Back in the present, Showay had been sitting for a while in his
vehicle trying to figure out what his next step should be. Recognizing the
golden opportunity at hand, Breye Yendeze suggested they go to the park and
take a nice long walk. He was eager to explore new territory.
"That’s a good idea," thought Showay. "I could certainly use
the change."
The park was quite small, but had a nice meandering creek
bursting with water from the recent rains. As they walked along the creek, the
sound of the flowing water began to calm and quiet Showay’s mind. Breye Yendeze
made a few valiant attempts to test the waters but Showay was quick to gently
stop his good friend. The last thing he wanted was to infuse the room in which
he was lodged with the aroma of a wet dog.
Refreshed by Nature, Showay felt ready to renew his quest
and decided he would drive around town for a little bit longer. He drove back
and forth, up and down and while he managed to find several more options, none
were suitable. Disappointed by his apparent failure, he began the drive back to
the motel. Little did he realize that regardless of appearances, his trip had
been quite successful. Not only had he obtained the contact number for the man
who had the right property for him, but he had also succeeded in not falling
into the many traps that the unrighteous - unholy had set out for him. Such
resounding achievement made it clear to the unrighteous - unholy that their
windows of opportunity to turn Showay into a "valuable asset" had crumbled
before their eyes. Consequently, they began making all the necessary
arrangements for his disposal.