"Call girls?  You three are going there to be call girls?" I respond, honestly quite surprised.<br/><br/>Really, they're going there to be call girls?  That's more shocking than the fact that they don't know how far they'll have to go to get to this place.  Still, I get them talking for a bit, but it doesn't last; they've grown too close over their tragedy.  I sigh a bit, feeling a bit lonely now, wishing they'd at least try and speak to me... it really has been quite lonely this last month.<br/><br/>Anyway though, we reach the road faster than expected, and immediately head up the way I was originally going to head, before getting sidetracked.  They think we'll be there by nightfall, and I hope we are, because while I sympathize and understand where these ladies are coming from, I would like to find a nice lady or two for me to talk to... maybe more...