"Highway Two-A… what?" Holding the road map against the steering wheel Amy's frustrated gaze drifted up to the road sign in front of her. "There is no Two-A," she complained to the empty cab of her truck, once again seriously regretting her decision to not use a GPS and road trip old school with nothing but a fold-up map and good old fashioned intuition. Unfortunately for her, her intuition didn't come with a compass.

Twenty-two hours on the road from Vancouver, with an overnight stop in Creston, British Columbia and Amy was seriously rethinking this soul-searching trip her sister, Lou, pushed her to take. It seemed like a good idea at the time, Amy desperately needing to get out of the city that held too many hard memories for her to face, but now she faced a whole new set of problems. Aside from being lost, both she and her truck needed to refuel and the check engine light had been glowing orange since she passed through Fort Mac over an hour ago. It could be argued that she wasn't really lost, having no true destination set forth, but Calgary was the closest known city where she could get her truck looked at and find a place to bunk for the night with hopes that whatever the little orange light meant wasn't anything serious.

If she could figure out how to get there first.

The trip over the Rockies was a long one, with a whole lot of scenery and not many people. The ones she ran into along the way were friendly enough, mostly ranchers, but they were few and far between. The road she was on now was deserted with nothing but mountains to her left and canola fields to her right. It was a beautiful place, but would be much more appealing if she had any idea where she was.

Sitting on the side of the road wouldn't get her anywhere if no one passed by, though. So tossing her map onto the dashboard, Amy eased back onto the highway and followed it hoping she hit some sort of civilization before she ran out of gas or her truck broke down completely.

Turns out luck was on her side that day as Amy got off the highway in a town called Hudson, her truck involuntarily rolling to a stop diagonally between two parking spaces on the main street.

Sighing in relief, Amy dug for her cell phone, an old fashioned flip model that was of almost no use compared to the fancy smartphones everyone had now. Maybe if she'd have splurged and gotten one, she wouldn't be stuck now, but she made the most of it by climbing out and surveying the little town she came upon. She located a body shop down the road that she walked to, pursing her lips at the 'Closed' sign. Figures. Small towns and their blue laws.

On her way back a sign for a vegetarian chili special outside of a diner caught her eye, making her stomach rumble anxiously as entered the establishment. She found an empty seat at the counter where the girl, who looked about Amy's age, working behind it smiled and came to hand her a menu. "Coffee?"

"Please." Amy nodded, opening the menu to give it a once over even though she had her sights set on the chili.

"I haven't seen you around before. New or just passing through?" The girl asked as she poured the coffee.

"Hopefully just passing through, but my truck died just down the road and your repair shop is closed, so I guess I'll be here for a day or so if you have any hotel recommendations?" Amy closed the menu and picked up her coffee, taking a small sip.

"Mm, unfortunately that shop has been closed for almost a year now, but I know a few people that would be willing to give it a look. As for a place to stay, there's a small motel around the corner." She gestured in the general direction before turning to put the coffee pot back on the machine.

"Oh… all right, well, thank you." Amy lowered her gaze briefly to the menu before closing it and ordering the chili.

She sat quietly for a moment while the girl put in the order, her gaze wandering around the diner toward the tack store at the back. Sliding from the stool, Amy wandered between the aisles, browsing through the western tack and clothing, surprised by the amount of plaid she saw. Reaching the end of the store, she turned around to head back toward the diner when her eyes landed on a bulletin board covered in business cards and flyers. She scanned them all in turn, lifting a 'Lost Dog' flyer to see a real estate listing posted beneath it. She didn't know why, but something made her pull it down and carry it with her back to her seat where her chili arrived second later, the girl glancing down at the paper.

"So, may I ask where you're headed?" She asked, leaning against the counter.

Amy poked her spoon into the chili. It looked good and smelled even better. "Well, I was headed to Calgary, but I sort of got lost before I could get there," she laughed at herself, taking a bite of food.

"Well, you're not far. It's only about an hour north of here. Just take Highway Two straight up."

The spoon froze in Amy's hand as her eyes shot up to the girl. "You're kidding. Here I thought I was miles from civilization and about to find myself in Montana."

"Nope, you're headed the right way." Her eyes lowered to the flyer beside Amy again. "Are you in real estate?"

Amy glanced down at the listing. "Oh… no… no I just… thought the place looked interesting. Historical. It's a decent piece of property, how come the price is so low?"

"It was a foreclosure. One of the residents here bought it after the man who owned it died and… well… the place is more like an urban legend around here." She looked up as the door opened, standing straighter and grinning at the man who just walked in. "Actually, the guy who owns it just walked in. Hey Ty, come here a second. Someone here looking at the Hanley place. This is…"

"Amy Fleming," Amy finished, offering her hand for Ty to shake.