You think about the inconsistency of your current situation. You begin to fear what Sylvia might do.

You think: “Sylvia was immediately able to understand that I am a guy and not a real woman. Very dangerous people are pursuing me, and the police are also looking for me. What if Sylvia somehow finds out about these facts too? And what if for information about my location will there be a monetary reward? There is a possibility that Sylvia, for the sake of a monetary reward, will provide information about where I am to those who are looking for me. And for me this will be a disaster."

Perhaps your thoughts are partly similar to an attack of paranoid thinking. But what if your fears come true? The danger to your life and your freedom is a serious reason for you to exercise the utmost caution.

So you say to Sylvia: “Thank you so much, Mistress Sylvia! I will be happy to stay with your friend!”

You want Sylvia to think that you will live with her friend. But in fact, you made the decision to leave this small Arizona town.

You hear Sylvia go into the next room. She talked on the phone in a quiet voice for about ten minutes. After that, she came out to you and told you in detail how to find her friend’s house.

In parting, Sylvia tells you: “My friend who can help you is called George Mbundi. He appeared in our town about five years ago. It seems George came from some African country. However, this does not matter. Remember my explanations about his address home, don't get lost. You can go now, sissy girl."

You thank Sylvia again. Then you leave the store.

You're walking down the streets of this rural Arizona town.

You understand that your financial situation is critical: now you have no money at all. And another critical problem for you is finding a place where you can live (at least temporarily).

You stopped one of the passing women and you asked her about where the buses parking that travel north from the city are located. The woman explained to you how to get to this parking lot.

You walked for about 20 minutes along the streets of a small Arizona town unfamiliar to you. Finally, you managed to find a bus stop. You entered the room where the cash register is located. You looked at the paper notice that was taped to the wall. So, the minimum ticket price is $10. And you don't have a cent.