It felt as if Riley had been walking for hours on end, even though it was probably in reality only about 6 blocks.
The neighbourhood seemed to be filled with derelict buildings and cracked sidewalks that constantly threatened to trip him up. Not a working payphone, or a police car in sight.
Finally he sat down to take a quick rest, because his arm was killing him. He had only just closed his eyes, and leaned against the banister of the building's steps, when someone nudged him.
Riley opened his eyes, and saw a homeless man frowning at him.
"You're sitting in my seat," The man told him crossly, before crossing his arms.
"Find a new seat," The homeless man told him, as Riley slowly pulled himself back up, clutching the bannister tightly.
The homeless man quickly sat down where Riley had been.
"Excuse me," Riley told him."Do you have a cellphone I could borrow? It's kind of an emergency."
The man didn't even open up his eyes. "I don't have a cellphone, now get lost, kid. I need my beauty sleep."
Riley sighed, and cradling his arm, started his trek down the street for the second time.
Matt was pacing back and forth in the basement, trying to come up with a plan to get upstairs, but there was nothing to break down the door. Suddenly, he remembered he still had his pocket knife.
He quickly took it out of his pocket, and went to the basement door, working on jimmying open the lock.
A minute later, the lock clicked open, and Matt quietly eased the door open, and walked into the house.
The first thing that he saw, was Sadusky. He was still lying unconscious on the floor. Matt checked his pulse, and knew that Sadusky was still alive.
He took the gun from Sadusky's holster, and stuck it in his hoody's pouch, before continuing on his way to find Ben and Ian.
