Again, an unknown period of time passed as Randy sought help. The pain in his arms, chest and head had subsided, and the double vision had gone away---or had it? Finally, for the first time since he heard a crowd rush by him in the parking lot long ago, up ahead in the distance he spotted what looked like a group of eight to ten people huddle through the doorway of a house.<br/><br/>"Hello!" he gasped through his dry throat, his voice hardly traveled more than a few feet, "Hey! Help a guy out?" he gasped as the tiny crowd disappeared into the dark house, the only one that seemed to have any activity for at least the last mile or two.<br/><br/>Through labored pants of air he managed to make it on to the property. Two identical Civics in the driveway. Could that be right? Randy reached out toward one and touched air. He was still seeing in twos, not a good sign. Also, that meant the crowd of folks who disappeared into the house was half the size he thought it had been. He rolled up to the doorway of the house of a stranger named Marty and cautiously knocked on the door hoping it's inhabitants would take kindly to a new visitor.