28. Rest These Feet For You

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I'd walk through hell for you.

Let it burn right through my shoes.

These soles are useless without you.

Through hell for you

-A Walk Through Hell, Say Anything

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Kara kept walking back and forth inside her room. Their first week has already ended and they do not have anything to do during weekends. Her roommate Barbara preferred to sleep and not do anything. She knew that she would have to do it alone though she is still unsure as to what she would be doing. She already asked some of the people who she has talked to about possible attractions that she can see without spending too much and she has gone to some of the nearby places mentioned to her during her free time after the convention.

Chad.

She remembered all the people back home who have been pushing her into looking for him so she could talk to him. She has not dared ask anyone about San Antonio because it was better that she doesn’t know anything about it. But she felt as if one part of her is pushing her into looking for him. It has been four months since they last talked and haven’t heard from each other. Undecided, Kara took a coin from her pocket and flipped it.

“Heads, I will go someplace else. Tails, I will find him,” she told herself and flipped the coin.

The next thing Kara knew, she was already travelling by train going to San Antonio. She accessed the wireless connection available at the hotel where she was staying and looked for ways how to get to San Antonio. It read on the internet that it would approximately take four to five hours when travelling and she would have enough time to travel to go back to the hotel. If she finds him, she might not even go back tonight.

She remained silent all throughout the trip, bothered and tensed as to what she would be doing once she sees him and what she might end up seeing. The instruction she got was that she can take a bus after the train ride to go to the local municipality of San Antonio. From that point, she would be asking the people there if they know his property. She doesn’t know what it is called but it might just be under his name.

Two hours later, she got off the train. Technically, she was already in San Antonio. She asked a man standing on the sidewalk as to where she could ride a bus to go to the municipal hall to further ask for instructions and possible registrations. He pointed out a way where she could take it and off she went. Another hour travel, she got off the bus and saw a sign saying Military Street and took a right turn. She saw an old big building standing in front of her. There were people going in and out of the place and good thing that it is open despite being a weekend. She went inside and talked to one of the administrators.

“Hi,” she greeted the woman in her early forties.

“Hi, what can I do for you?” she asked Kara.

“I’m looking for someone. Well, not really someone, but a place and I am not sure what to do,” she answered. “He is a good friend of mine and he told me to drop by to see him if I happen to pass by his town but I never got to ask for his address and it’s been a while since we last talked. I don’t know his number and I am not sure which way to go.”

She smiled. “You know the name at least?”

“Yes. It’s Chad Lewis. He owns a ranch here in San Antonio,” she smiled, tensed. “I know that it’s quite vague.”

“Well let me check the database for you,” she said and turned to her computer. “Middle name?”

“Mine or his?” she asked clueless.

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