He viewed his trip more and more like an archer pulling a bow back. The longer he was out here, the more force the arrow would go the other way. But which way he didn't really know. There wasn't a guide he thought, there weren't really bumpers.
He couldn't go home that was for sure. The
blue
group would be after him, and if he went home, they'd never let him leave again. He was already feeling his old self. More alive, and he'd lost at least 20 pounds from being on the road. He felt like that soda he drank that Mary Beth made had something in it. He didn't know why, but he felt that.
He wished he was a more active person, someone who went out and did more things he wanted to do, didn't just float through life. So now he wanted to do something. The weight of the string felt to him at any moment the other shoe would drop.
A car door shutting made him jump.
"Oh sorry about that." A women said. She was his age, and came up to the railing too. She had binoculars with her. She took a big breath in and sighed.