Simon ran as fast as he could.
He was late and his head was already full of worry.
Eventually, he got to the meeting point.
It was a run down church, miles from the nearest town.
Simon stood outside, pacing and taking deep breaths.
Night was already approaching.
What if he was too late?
Maybe it's a setup!
Did he attract attention?
Was he followed?
These thoughts stormed the young man's mind, but he gathered himself.
Simon pushed open the heavy back door, just a crack.
He slipped through and was swallowed by the dark.
Quickly, Simon riffled through his pockets and found a small matchbox.
Before him was a small room with simple furniture, including a collapsed wooden bed.
He found his way to a narrow hallway with the roof hanging low.
Finally, Simon found the side entrance to the worship hall.
His contact was here, waiting.