It was another good half-hour before the train slowed a bit and we were thinking seriously about jumping but we decided it was still going too fast. We lucked out again because the train was slowing down because it was once again changing directions. We were now headed southwest and stayed that way for about another half hour before the train started to slow again for another town and this time it slowed enough that we could jump safely.

We debated it for all of twenty seconds before we took each other’s hand and leapt from the train. The gravel along the train tracks did nothing to soften the impact. We hit hard, began to roll down the hill, and only came to a stop when we reached the bottom of the embankment.

“You Alright?” Meek asked.

“No! I think I broke my butt!” I moaned in pain.

“Yeah, well, I jammed my elbow.” Meek said.

“You hurt?” I asked.

“I’ll live.” He grunted.

“I got another problem though.” I hummed worriedly.

Meek turned to me with a worried look on his face. I quickly scanned our surroundings, concluded that we were not being watched and pulled my pants down to my knees and we both saw that my GoodNite had ripped on one side. It didn’t matter all that much because it was soaking wet anyway and I had managed to crap myself.

“You sure pee a lot.” Meek commented.

“Yeah, well pee is the least of my problems.”

Meek started to laugh until it struck him what I had meant.

“Is it bad?” he asked.

“Well it isn’t good!” I griped.

Forgetting modesty, I pulled down my pants and removed the torn, wet, and soiled GoodNite.

“Wish we had some toilet paper or even a towel.” I complained.

“Oh hang on!” He pulled a white handkerchief from his back pant pocket.

“Oh you are a life saver!” I sang.

He then made an observation, “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it gain, you have a cute package!”

“You never said that!” I blushed as I gave him an evil eye while cleaning myself.

“Oh I guess I only thought it then.” He said and winked at me.

“Yeah, well thanks.” I said as I finished cleaning my backside as best I could.

He chuckled a bit.

“What are you laughing at?” I said thinking he was laughing at the size of my penis.

“I was just thinking about those guys that stole the dirt bike and what they will think when they see all those GoodNites and that one wet diaper.” Meek said.

I must admit that idea did strike me as funny.

“Well I suppose we best find out what town this is. Then see if we can get a map and buy you some Pampers.” Meek said as he checked to make sure the compass survived the impact.

Don’t ask me why, but I winced when he said the P-word.

“No, I will be alright without them now. I didn’t need them in the day time before we moved here – I mean to Maine.”

“Yeah, you told me that. But are you sure you haven’t gotten use to them? I mean look at yourself there!” Meek asked.

I shrugged and did up my pants as Meek re-pocketed the compass and actually picked up my wet and soiled GoodNite and began to roll it up into a fancy little ball. We began to walk and soon came upon one of those big green trash dumpsters, which we deposited the GoodNite into.
It didn’t take us long to find out we were in one of the towns we had planned to stop at on our journey, Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania which had been made famous by a movie about Ground Hog Day.

We walked into the first convenience store we came to, picked up some sodas, a USA map, and a package of hotdogs and hotdog buns. The young lady behind the counter was happy to double bag our stuff for us.

On the way out of the store, we saw a flyer taped to the front door. I don’t know why we didn’t see that on the way in. The flyer had both Meek’s and my picture on it with a $200,000 reward for information. Granted it was a photocopy but it still looked like us.

“Come on, we better get going.” Meek said.

Those flyers were all over town and we were worried we’d be recognized so we headed back to the tracks, got out the map, and tried to figure out on it which way to go.

“I think we should try to get on another train. See here, it just goes on and on and on.” Meek suggested.

“Yeah, well what if we aren’t so lucky and end up on a train that is going to Florida?” I asked.

“How much money do we have left?” he asked.

“A little more than eighty dollars why?”

“No, that won’t work.” He said.

“What won’t work?” I asked.

“I was thinking we could buy a bicycle.”

“And I suppose I’d have to ride all the way to California on the handlebars?” I mocked, “Thanks, but no thanks.”

We started walking down the tracks talking and trying to come up with an idea when we spotted a pickup truck sitting in front of a gas station with Arizona license places.

“Wanna ask whoever owns that truck if they would give us a ride?” I suggested.

“What if he’s a crazed killer?” Meek asked.

I countered with, “What if he is a she?”

Meek made a face like he was just sucking on a lemon.

“What? Just because you like boys doesn’t mean girls are gross.” I said.

“Huh? No look.” He said and was pointing to a shiny black car parked on the other side of the pickup. It had out of state plates as well… from Maine!

“Oh crud!” I exclaimed and we both got down low behind some tall grass and a bush.

“I never saw that car before so it ain’t my grandfather.” I said.

“I have, that is my mom’s car.” Meek said with this worried rattle to his voice.

“We’re so dead!” I groaned.

Meek grabbed my arm and gave me a pull toward, of all places, the gas station.

“What are you doing?” I said as I tried to resist, but not really with my whole heart.