Day Twelve

Quickly eating a light breakfast, not wanting to feel lethargic for the road, Ethan starts preparing to leave. He wants to try and make the day out a quick one, but figures a bit of sidetracking is bound to happen.

{if Heather=true}As he's about to head out, his phone buzzes.

H: Hey, still on for tonight?

E: Yea, what time do you think you'll get here?

H: Dunno. Youre really far out. 8 maybe?

Ethan notes that.

E: Alright. Ill be up.

Heather replies with just a thumbs up. Ethan takes that as a sign she won't be responding again, likely busy with work.{endif}

Getting his shoes on, Ethan exits the house and locks up. Catching a sound from the road, he notices a truck drive by. For a moment he thinks it's Charlie, but the tail of the truck looks different. As he starts making his way into town, another car drives by, and then a few minutes later a third. This was by far the busiest Ethan had ever seen on the main road, although three vehicles in fifteen minutes of walking should be slow by most people's estimations. He reasoned it had to be because of the fair. It was supposed to start tomorrow, so Ethan was sure all sorts of final preparations would be happening today.

Frowning, he worried that things could be closed because of everything. Sighing, he kept walking, already over halfway to town now.