<span style="font-style: italic">Lost in the storm? Where the wind takes me?</span><br/><br/>There was something about this whole thing that just felt wrong and it had nothing to do with the fact that he was almost certain he had managed to step into a puddle of disgusting garbage water that he hoped would not seep into his boots.<br/><br/>“You are in Jackson, Florida,” he said slowly as he looked about the place once more. “Um…well…I guess you want to head downtown? There are some shelters there and a hospital if you need it, also some shops and places to get something to eat,” he looked down at the phone still in his hand. “Um…look…if you want…I can give you a lift to downtown? You could just ride on the back of my truck…I suppose…” he rambled and felt like he was drowning in this whole situation.<br/><br/>A can clanked across the ground and caused him to jump, spooked by the noise and the sudden silence that had fallen between them. If a cop would happen upon them, he could only think about what they would suspect at the sight of them together. A grown man talking to some girl in an alleyway it was beyond suspicion. Could be drugs, sex, who the hell knew it was just bad was all he knew.<br/><br/>“HEY! WHATS THE HOLD UP!” Frank shouted from the truck and made Tobias drop the bag of trash he had been holding. The bag erupted and cast its mess all over the place and he swore to himself as he knelt down and started to scoop up what he could into a pile to be hauled away.  “I’m sorry,” he said with an exasperated sigh. “I have to get to work, but that offer is still there if you want it?”<br/><br/>With that he was done and went back to work gathering up the trash bags and hauling it over to the truck to be taken care of.