**Route 28**<br/>Although normal circumstances would have triggered Samuel's hunger as he eyed the hearty broth, the man could only look at it for so long before he began to feel ill. It wasn't that he wasn't hungry, per say--simply that he just couldn't bring himself to eat. Worry of a high enough degree would do that to anyone, and sleeplessness certainly didn't do much for his appetite either.<br/><br/>"I'm not very hungry." The former professor admitted. "But I could use something to drink. Thank you."<br/><br/>He picked up a stick and lightly poked at the base of the fire with it, no real intentions other than to watch the flames lick it idly.<br/><br/>The setting sun made the temperature drop astoundingly, but the fire was warm enough. And Samuel was wearing a sweater anyways. He always did when he went into the mountains. Reviewing his thoughts and questioning how much he should explain about this place to this stranger, he knew that the most important thing was to keep the man safe. And that meant keeping a certain degree of information away from him.<br/><br/>"Travel is good. I used to travel a lot."<br/><br/>Who was he kidding? He still traveled a lot. It would have suited him better to sit in a rocking chair on his front porch and watch kids ride by on their bicycles, but certain doom had a way of making that sort of thing less appealing.<br/><br/>"I've been pretty much all over the world." He admitted. "It's a big and small place at the same time."