Dukey wandered back toward the farm for what seemed an eternity, but was in reality only a few minutes, all the while thinking about what a klutz he was. Heck, he might even take Clara's name, instead of the other way around. But what was he thinking? He was getting ahead of himself.<em>Marriage, already?</em>he asked himself.<em>I mean, I like her and all, but isn't it too soon?</em>He looked at the bag of food in his hand, and as he did so, the aroma of lasagna brought him out of his musings.<br/><br/>He looked up to see that he was mere feet from where he had left his car parked, thankfully without a scratch after the near run-in with Bubba's truck. The same truck that had almost killed Bubba. That fact made him run for the door. He knocked, rang the bell, and knocked again. "Clara! Mr. Klutz! Someone, help! Bubba's been..." At that moment, he saw his friend limping and making his way down the road from the direction he had just come. He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't imagining it, and continued, "...with me all night, and we just now managed to find our way back here."<br/><br/>"Mr. Klutz! Clara, I've got what you requested. No need to pay me back." He thought about the combination of lasagna with the other 3 'ingredients' and swallowed as he threw up a little in his mouth. He shook his head, and heard the chime of his cell phone indicating he had a voicemail. He retrieved it from his pocket, and held it up, noticing he had only one bar out of 5, and even that was flirting with no bars. He sighed, thinking that this farm shouldn't be so out-of-the-way that it didn't get good reception, and punched the voicemail key, holding the phone up to his ear.<br/><br/><em>Dukey, I don't know where you guys are, but I need you here and you two are no where to be found. Thanks for calling me back, oh that's right, you didn't. &lt;click&gt; ...Message received eight oh three a.m.</em><br/><br/>He looked at his watch and saw that it was now 8:05. She just left the message. She should still be here, along with Mr. Klutz. He thought he detected a hint of something else in her voice besides moderate anger and frustration. Panic, maybe? She hung up the phone awfully fast. He wondered at that and heard retching noises from inside the house. "Clara? Are you alright?"<br/><br/>By this time, Marcel was arriving, and he decided to try the knob. The door was unlocked, and he hugged Marcel carefully with a soft pat on the back, before entering the house. "I thought you were a goner, man. You should sit down and rest. We're here, Marcel and I both! Where is everybody?"