"Gotta hide, gotta hide, gotta hide." Jericho was saying to himself
as he looked around. "Ok, where would a person in Santa Barbra hide?" He
asked himself then stopped in his tracks. "Oh, now I'm doing it to myself!
Grr, how is it that everyone expects me to know so much about this state?"
He stomped off. "Hey, maybe I am sick and I'm delusional, maybe I do have a
fever. Aw, Rock was right, I guess I am sick." He stood on the street curb
and sighed. "Bah, Rock just thinks he knows everything, and I feel fine.
Maybe he's wrong. Ha, that has to be it." He laughed to himself as he
crossed the road to look around. He was feeling so arrogant and listening
to himself talk that he didn't bother to look both ways so he didn't see or
hear the car speeding down the road, and the driver sure as hell didn't see
him as he fiddled with his review mirror.
Meanwhile, back at the park....
"Man, what a great game." Rock said as they all lay on the grass, exousted.
"Me too, I can't even say what." Austin sighed.
"But you just did." Kurt Angle replied.
"How long have we been playing?" Undertaker looked at his watch. "Three hours, dam!"
"Hey, where's Rikishi?" Kane asked, looking around.
"Mmm." Rikishi was sitting on a park bench with his bag from the gas station store.
"Rikishi?" Rock asked and he looked up to see everyone walking over.
"What?" He finally asked.
"What's in the bag?" Austin asked. "I said, what's, in the bag."
"Nothing." Rikishi tried to fold it under his arm.
"Give me that!" Kurt pulled it from him and pulled out some big sandwiches. They were about six by six inches, flatbread club sandwiches. Kurt held them up and looked at Rikishi.
"What?" Rikishi blushed.
"Stop saying that!" Austin yelled. "What, I said stop saying that!"
"He's scaring me." Kane whispered to Undertaker.
"Here, enjoy." Rock gave the sandwiches back to Rikishi.
"Thanks." He grinned and unwrapped one.
"Well, lets go." Rock said and they all headed back into the van. "Uh, is it just me or is there more room?" RVD asked Rikishi as he ate.
"Yea, and is it just me or is it too quiet?" Rock turned to Austin.
"What?" He asked.
"Exactly." Rock nodded.
"No really, what?" Austin asked.
"Yea, something is wrong, but what?" Kane though.
"What could be missing?" Undertaker asked aloud. After quite a few minutes of thinking and staring off into space, Kurt began to ponder with ideas as The Rock revved the minivan up.
"Well while Einstein is thinking, I'm gonna be driving." He said and drove towards the freeway. After a while, Kurt angle stopped starring off into space and came up with a deduction.
"This is just a hunch, but is somebody gone?" He though to himself. Everyone turned to him and stared blankly for a few moments.
"Hey, where are we, we've been driving for about 15 minutes." Kane noticed.
"Well that signs says Ventura so I guess that's where we are." RVD pointed.
"It also says we're on the 101 freeway, have we always been?" Undertaker asked.
"I don't know, how long does the 101 run?" Rock asked but got no reply. "Well?"
"Jericho!" They all cried unanimously, it finally hit them.
"Where is that kid anyway?" Rock wondered.
"Did you see him in the football game?" Kurt asked.
"I thought I did, but it could've been Rob." Rikishi replied.
"Hey." RVD turned to him but squeaking made them all stop talking.
"What's that?" Taker asked noticing the sound.
"It's the windshield wipers." Austin said. "What? I said the windshield wipers!"
"It's raining." Kane looked up at the dark cloudy sky.
"Well that's California for ya." RVD did his shrug. "Yea, Jericho would know that." Kurt sighed.
"Where could he be, did we leave him at the park?" Rock wondered.
"We interrupt the music for a news update." The radio station was cut off and Rock turned up the volume. "A sudden storm off from the Mexico hurricane Waiah has just hit the southland. Areas expected to be hit the hardest are Ventura, Los Angeles and Santa Barbra, Santa Barbra especially. So if traveling that way, I advise you to avoid it until after the storm."
"Guys we have to go back, Jericho is in Santa Barbra, he could be in trouble!" Austin said and everyone looked cautiously at him. "Oh, I mean, what?" He yelled.
"Yea, Austin's right, we have to go back." Rock agreed and got off the freeway then went on the on ramp going back the other way.
"I only hope that the kid's ok." RVD sighed.
At the same time, back in Santa Barbra...
"What the hell?" The driver got out of the car and realized that he'd hit a person. "Oh shit!" He yelled and kicked the tire. He groaned loudly and looked up when he noticed small raindrops beginning to fall on his car. "God damit!" He growled and looked down at Jericho's unconscious body. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "You gotta forgive me stranger, I've got too many tickets and I can't loose my car, plus I'm late for a meeting." He dragged him onto the lawn and set him down on the damp grass by a park bench. "Hopefully somebody will see you." He carelessly drove off to the meeting he was already an hour late for. Time began to pass and the rain began to come down harder, but Jericho was too injured to come out of his unconscious state. But finally, a good samaritan driving down the road saw Chris and stopped.
"Are you ok man?" He ran over and shook his body but got no reply. The man put an ear against Jericho's chest, his shirt was so damp now it was almost stuck on his chest. "You're still alive, but you need help." He pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911, calling for an ambulance. About five minutes later it arrived.
"What happened here?" The driver asked the man.
"I just saw him laying there, he's still alive but barely." The man said, the rain sleeting.
"Thank you sir." The driver saluted him and ran back to the truck as the man drove off. "Hurry up guys, we have to hurry and get back before the winds start." He yelled orders. But Jericho was soon securely fastened into the ambulance and it sped off the nearest hospital.
"Rock, what if he's not at the park?" Rikishi asked as the drove in Santa Barbra.
"We have to look their first to be sure." Rock sighed, really worried.
"There it is!" Kurt pointed from the back seat. Rock pulled up.
"RVD, go out and look around." Rock said and RVD nodded and got out. They watched him run around the big park.
"Should I go help him?" Undertaker asked.
"No, he's fast and he'll find him if he's out there." Kane assured. A few minutes later RVD ran back, sopping wet and shivering from the cold pouring rain.
"He's not here, no sign of him." RVD yelled over the car motor and sneezed a few times.
"Damit." Rock growled. "Hey, I have one more idea. Jericho would probably be lost by now, one of you guys use your cell phone and try to call the police."
"I got it." Kurt said and pulled out his phone and called the cops. "Hello, Santa Barbra police station? Yea. I've got a question, a friend of ours is missing and we don't know where he is. No, it hasn't been 24 hours. Wait, wait you don't understand. Uh hu, ok, well just here me out. Ok. See, I'm Kurt Angle from the WWE and are passing through Santa Barbra on a tour. We stopped at a park to rest and when we left we realized we forgot him. What do you mean that's lame, it's true! It's dam true... wait what? You did?" He looked outside the window. "Uh, yea this is Park Ave, why? You're kidding? My god!" Everyone tensed. "Oh, ok, thank you officer. Yea, I got it. Don't worry. Thanks." Kurt's conversation on the phone went. He hung up.
"Well?" Everyone leaned in and Kurt slowly turned to them with a thoughtful sigh.
"I don't know how to say this, but, Jericho's in the hospital." Kurt replied.
"What?" Everyone yelled.
"What?" Austin yelled again.
"I got directions to the hospital he's in, let's go Rock." Kurt said.
"Oh, yea." Rock snapped out of his shock. After about ten minutes of driving, they were finally able to find the hospital. "Come on guys, we'd all better go in." Rock led everyone in and stepped up to the reception desk. "Excuse me, I'm looking for a guy who was brought in here not too long ago. He's got mangy blond hair, is wearing a black Y2J shirt, jeans..." Rock began.
"Kurt Angle?" A voice cut him off and a nurse walked over. Kurt looked up. "The police department called us, we know everything. Follow me if you please." Kurt nodded and they all followed her to the second floor. "Doctor, here are wrestlers, friends of the new guy."
"Thank you nurse." The doctor nodded and the nurse left. "Gentlemen, I'm happy to say that a stranger was kind enough to call an ambulance for this young man. If he hadn't, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to keep him alive. He's very lucky to say the least." "So he's ok?" RVD asked eagerly.
"He's in very bad condition. From what we know happened, it looks like he was hit by a car or had some kind of collision contact. He has a concussion, it's minor but will still be unconscious for a while. He was left in the rain for an hour or so and he's caught something but will be fine after a while."
"Well when can he go?" Kurt asked, feeling bad that he'd gotten a concussion.
"I suggest that you get a motel room, or three, and come back tomorrow. This weather is pretty bad, we usually don't get this hard of rain. Drive carefully." The doctor replied.
"Thank you." Kurt nodded with a forced smile and the doctor left. They all began to walk off but RVD hesitated. He walked a few steps towards the room but couldn't see Jericho laying in a bed or anything. He sighed, worried about his young friend. "Rob!" Kurt called.
"Yea, coming." RVD ran after them. The next day, everyone got up early and eagerly went to the hospital to see if Chris was awake and ready to leave yet. "Is he ok?" RVD asked.
"Well a nurse doing her rounds earlier said that he was still blacked out." The doctor replied. "But I'm going in there now to take a look at him and see what all is wrong." The doctor led them into the room. Inside, Jericho lay in a bed, the doctor took off the blanket to reveal that Jericho was wearing a hospital gown over his regular cloths, which weren't soaked anymore. The only thing attached to him was a wire for the heart monitor, an oxygen tube lay on a table.
"Aren't these precautions a little too unhelpful?" Rock tried to ask.
"Well he's only got a concussion, it's not that big of a deal. We don't have to use all of our equipment on a case so small that it would waste our money and time." The doctor said.
"Jericho would be happy about that." RVD whispered to Kurt who chuckled.
"Well, let's have a look at this guy shall we?" The doctor took the stethoscope from around his neck to listen to his heart and watched his watch. "How old is he anyway?"
"He's about 31, why?" Rikishi asked as he watched the beeping monitor.
"No reason, just wondering." The doctor shrugged. Kane and Undertaker looked at each other. Everyone watched as the doctor wrote things down on the bed chart as he'd do things like check blood pressure or try to get Jericho conscious by pointing a light in his eyes.
"What, I mean well?" Austin was getting impatient.
"Wait a while." The doctor replied and held a thermometer in Jericho's mouth.
"Oh for the love of!" RVD groaned, he dropped his hands to his side. "He does have a fever." The doctor pointed out.
"Sorry." RVD whispered and everyone snickered quietly to themselves. The doctor took it out and wrote down some more things. The Rock stood behind him and read the chart.
"Almost done." The doctor could feel the wrestlers piercing eyes on the back of his neck. He got out his light again and attempted to open Jericho's mouth with the stick. RVD tried not to laugh at the doctors complicated scene. After looking for a while he stepped back and wrote down a few last notes before turning to Rock and the others. "Well, any time now." Everyone turned back to Jericho who looked to be sleeping peacefully. Kane slowly went over to look.
"Come on already!" Kane yelled and shocked everyone. He grew angry and slapped his hand around Jericho's neck due to force of habit. That shock snapped Jericho back into consciousness. He let out a scream and coughed and sputtered. "Yes! Oh, I mean sorry."
"Where am I?" Jericho groaned and shook his head. After brushing his hair out of his face and his vision became less blurred, he looked around. "AH, hospital!" He screamed and jumped up, causing the heart monitor cord to tear and the machine let out a shrill long beep. "How long have I been here?" Jericho jumped off the bed and backed up in a corner in fear.
"One night." Rock tried to say but was busting up laughing as well as the others.
"It's not funny." Jericho cried nervously. "I could've been killed." He pointed to the md.
"Uh, is he ok?" The doctor asked, wondering if this man was a psycho.
"Yea, he just hates doctors and hospitals." RVD stopped laughing.
"Well thank you doctor. Chris, we have to go now." Rock turned to his wide eyed friend. "So be a good boy and let the doctor take care of you." Rock said and they began to leave.
"Hey!" Jericho cried angrily as they left and the doctor came over to him.
"Are we really going to leave him?" RVD asked as Rock started the car.
"Naw, we're just teasing him." Rock grinned and as they slowly began to drive out of the hospital parking lot. Rock looked in his side mirror and saw Jericho sprinting after them. Rock grinned to himself and stopped the car. Kurt opened the door and Jericho got in, giving everyone an evil look with an angry growl. Everyone began to laugh again as they got in and Rock drove off. "Ok, back on track." Rock said as he got on the freeway and drove out of Santa Barbra. Rikishi pulled his bag out from in front of Jericho and got out one of his big club sandwiches again. Rock looked back at Jericho in his review mirror, he was pouting like an angry little boy. Rock grinned to himself and said, "Hey Chris, unless you're married to that hospital gown I suggest you take it off." Jericho realized he was wearing a hospital gown, so he tore it off around his neck and threw it to the floor, going back into his angry pout. Everyone laughed and Rikishi began to eat again. The tour of California continues once more, but it sure as hell isn't over yet!
Meanwhile, back at the park....
"Man, what a great game." Rock said as they all lay on the grass, exousted.
"Me too, I can't even say what." Austin sighed.
"But you just did." Kurt Angle replied.
"How long have we been playing?" Undertaker looked at his watch. "Three hours, dam!"
"Hey, where's Rikishi?" Kane asked, looking around.
"Mmm." Rikishi was sitting on a park bench with his bag from the gas station store.
"Rikishi?" Rock asked and he looked up to see everyone walking over.
"What?" He finally asked.
"What's in the bag?" Austin asked. "I said, what's, in the bag."
"Nothing." Rikishi tried to fold it under his arm.
"Give me that!" Kurt pulled it from him and pulled out some big sandwiches. They were about six by six inches, flatbread club sandwiches. Kurt held them up and looked at Rikishi.
"What?" Rikishi blushed.
"Stop saying that!" Austin yelled. "What, I said stop saying that!"
"He's scaring me." Kane whispered to Undertaker.
"Here, enjoy." Rock gave the sandwiches back to Rikishi.
"Thanks." He grinned and unwrapped one.
"Well, lets go." Rock said and they all headed back into the van. "Uh, is it just me or is there more room?" RVD asked Rikishi as he ate.
"Yea, and is it just me or is it too quiet?" Rock turned to Austin.
"What?" He asked.
"Exactly." Rock nodded.
"No really, what?" Austin asked.
"Yea, something is wrong, but what?" Kane though.
"What could be missing?" Undertaker asked aloud. After quite a few minutes of thinking and staring off into space, Kurt began to ponder with ideas as The Rock revved the minivan up.
"Well while Einstein is thinking, I'm gonna be driving." He said and drove towards the freeway. After a while, Kurt angle stopped starring off into space and came up with a deduction.
"This is just a hunch, but is somebody gone?" He though to himself. Everyone turned to him and stared blankly for a few moments.
"Hey, where are we, we've been driving for about 15 minutes." Kane noticed.
"Well that signs says Ventura so I guess that's where we are." RVD pointed.
"It also says we're on the 101 freeway, have we always been?" Undertaker asked.
"I don't know, how long does the 101 run?" Rock asked but got no reply. "Well?"
"Jericho!" They all cried unanimously, it finally hit them.
"Where is that kid anyway?" Rock wondered.
"Did you see him in the football game?" Kurt asked.
"I thought I did, but it could've been Rob." Rikishi replied.
"Hey." RVD turned to him but squeaking made them all stop talking.
"What's that?" Taker asked noticing the sound.
"It's the windshield wipers." Austin said. "What? I said the windshield wipers!"
"It's raining." Kane looked up at the dark cloudy sky.
"Well that's California for ya." RVD did his shrug. "Yea, Jericho would know that." Kurt sighed.
"Where could he be, did we leave him at the park?" Rock wondered.
"We interrupt the music for a news update." The radio station was cut off and Rock turned up the volume. "A sudden storm off from the Mexico hurricane Waiah has just hit the southland. Areas expected to be hit the hardest are Ventura, Los Angeles and Santa Barbra, Santa Barbra especially. So if traveling that way, I advise you to avoid it until after the storm."
"Guys we have to go back, Jericho is in Santa Barbra, he could be in trouble!" Austin said and everyone looked cautiously at him. "Oh, I mean, what?" He yelled.
"Yea, Austin's right, we have to go back." Rock agreed and got off the freeway then went on the on ramp going back the other way.
"I only hope that the kid's ok." RVD sighed.
At the same time, back in Santa Barbra...
"What the hell?" The driver got out of the car and realized that he'd hit a person. "Oh shit!" He yelled and kicked the tire. He groaned loudly and looked up when he noticed small raindrops beginning to fall on his car. "God damit!" He growled and looked down at Jericho's unconscious body. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "You gotta forgive me stranger, I've got too many tickets and I can't loose my car, plus I'm late for a meeting." He dragged him onto the lawn and set him down on the damp grass by a park bench. "Hopefully somebody will see you." He carelessly drove off to the meeting he was already an hour late for. Time began to pass and the rain began to come down harder, but Jericho was too injured to come out of his unconscious state. But finally, a good samaritan driving down the road saw Chris and stopped.
"Are you ok man?" He ran over and shook his body but got no reply. The man put an ear against Jericho's chest, his shirt was so damp now it was almost stuck on his chest. "You're still alive, but you need help." He pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911, calling for an ambulance. About five minutes later it arrived.
"What happened here?" The driver asked the man.
"I just saw him laying there, he's still alive but barely." The man said, the rain sleeting.
"Thank you sir." The driver saluted him and ran back to the truck as the man drove off. "Hurry up guys, we have to hurry and get back before the winds start." He yelled orders. But Jericho was soon securely fastened into the ambulance and it sped off the nearest hospital.
"Rock, what if he's not at the park?" Rikishi asked as the drove in Santa Barbra.
"We have to look their first to be sure." Rock sighed, really worried.
"There it is!" Kurt pointed from the back seat. Rock pulled up.
"RVD, go out and look around." Rock said and RVD nodded and got out. They watched him run around the big park.
"Should I go help him?" Undertaker asked.
"No, he's fast and he'll find him if he's out there." Kane assured. A few minutes later RVD ran back, sopping wet and shivering from the cold pouring rain.
"He's not here, no sign of him." RVD yelled over the car motor and sneezed a few times.
"Damit." Rock growled. "Hey, I have one more idea. Jericho would probably be lost by now, one of you guys use your cell phone and try to call the police."
"I got it." Kurt said and pulled out his phone and called the cops. "Hello, Santa Barbra police station? Yea. I've got a question, a friend of ours is missing and we don't know where he is. No, it hasn't been 24 hours. Wait, wait you don't understand. Uh hu, ok, well just here me out. Ok. See, I'm Kurt Angle from the WWE and are passing through Santa Barbra on a tour. We stopped at a park to rest and when we left we realized we forgot him. What do you mean that's lame, it's true! It's dam true... wait what? You did?" He looked outside the window. "Uh, yea this is Park Ave, why? You're kidding? My god!" Everyone tensed. "Oh, ok, thank you officer. Yea, I got it. Don't worry. Thanks." Kurt's conversation on the phone went. He hung up.
"Well?" Everyone leaned in and Kurt slowly turned to them with a thoughtful sigh.
"I don't know how to say this, but, Jericho's in the hospital." Kurt replied.
"What?" Everyone yelled.
"What?" Austin yelled again.
"I got directions to the hospital he's in, let's go Rock." Kurt said.
"Oh, yea." Rock snapped out of his shock. After about ten minutes of driving, they were finally able to find the hospital. "Come on guys, we'd all better go in." Rock led everyone in and stepped up to the reception desk. "Excuse me, I'm looking for a guy who was brought in here not too long ago. He's got mangy blond hair, is wearing a black Y2J shirt, jeans..." Rock began.
"Kurt Angle?" A voice cut him off and a nurse walked over. Kurt looked up. "The police department called us, we know everything. Follow me if you please." Kurt nodded and they all followed her to the second floor. "Doctor, here are wrestlers, friends of the new guy."
"Thank you nurse." The doctor nodded and the nurse left. "Gentlemen, I'm happy to say that a stranger was kind enough to call an ambulance for this young man. If he hadn't, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to keep him alive. He's very lucky to say the least." "So he's ok?" RVD asked eagerly.
"He's in very bad condition. From what we know happened, it looks like he was hit by a car or had some kind of collision contact. He has a concussion, it's minor but will still be unconscious for a while. He was left in the rain for an hour or so and he's caught something but will be fine after a while."
"Well when can he go?" Kurt asked, feeling bad that he'd gotten a concussion.
"I suggest that you get a motel room, or three, and come back tomorrow. This weather is pretty bad, we usually don't get this hard of rain. Drive carefully." The doctor replied.
"Thank you." Kurt nodded with a forced smile and the doctor left. They all began to walk off but RVD hesitated. He walked a few steps towards the room but couldn't see Jericho laying in a bed or anything. He sighed, worried about his young friend. "Rob!" Kurt called.
"Yea, coming." RVD ran after them. The next day, everyone got up early and eagerly went to the hospital to see if Chris was awake and ready to leave yet. "Is he ok?" RVD asked.
"Well a nurse doing her rounds earlier said that he was still blacked out." The doctor replied. "But I'm going in there now to take a look at him and see what all is wrong." The doctor led them into the room. Inside, Jericho lay in a bed, the doctor took off the blanket to reveal that Jericho was wearing a hospital gown over his regular cloths, which weren't soaked anymore. The only thing attached to him was a wire for the heart monitor, an oxygen tube lay on a table.
"Aren't these precautions a little too unhelpful?" Rock tried to ask.
"Well he's only got a concussion, it's not that big of a deal. We don't have to use all of our equipment on a case so small that it would waste our money and time." The doctor said.
"Jericho would be happy about that." RVD whispered to Kurt who chuckled.
"Well, let's have a look at this guy shall we?" The doctor took the stethoscope from around his neck to listen to his heart and watched his watch. "How old is he anyway?"
"He's about 31, why?" Rikishi asked as he watched the beeping monitor.
"No reason, just wondering." The doctor shrugged. Kane and Undertaker looked at each other. Everyone watched as the doctor wrote things down on the bed chart as he'd do things like check blood pressure or try to get Jericho conscious by pointing a light in his eyes.
"What, I mean well?" Austin was getting impatient.
"Wait a while." The doctor replied and held a thermometer in Jericho's mouth.
"Oh for the love of!" RVD groaned, he dropped his hands to his side. "He does have a fever." The doctor pointed out.
"Sorry." RVD whispered and everyone snickered quietly to themselves. The doctor took it out and wrote down some more things. The Rock stood behind him and read the chart.
"Almost done." The doctor could feel the wrestlers piercing eyes on the back of his neck. He got out his light again and attempted to open Jericho's mouth with the stick. RVD tried not to laugh at the doctors complicated scene. After looking for a while he stepped back and wrote down a few last notes before turning to Rock and the others. "Well, any time now." Everyone turned back to Jericho who looked to be sleeping peacefully. Kane slowly went over to look.
"Come on already!" Kane yelled and shocked everyone. He grew angry and slapped his hand around Jericho's neck due to force of habit. That shock snapped Jericho back into consciousness. He let out a scream and coughed and sputtered. "Yes! Oh, I mean sorry."
"Where am I?" Jericho groaned and shook his head. After brushing his hair out of his face and his vision became less blurred, he looked around. "AH, hospital!" He screamed and jumped up, causing the heart monitor cord to tear and the machine let out a shrill long beep. "How long have I been here?" Jericho jumped off the bed and backed up in a corner in fear.
"One night." Rock tried to say but was busting up laughing as well as the others.
"It's not funny." Jericho cried nervously. "I could've been killed." He pointed to the md.
"Uh, is he ok?" The doctor asked, wondering if this man was a psycho.
"Yea, he just hates doctors and hospitals." RVD stopped laughing.
"Well thank you doctor. Chris, we have to go now." Rock turned to his wide eyed friend. "So be a good boy and let the doctor take care of you." Rock said and they began to leave.
"Hey!" Jericho cried angrily as they left and the doctor came over to him.
"Are we really going to leave him?" RVD asked as Rock started the car.
"Naw, we're just teasing him." Rock grinned and as they slowly began to drive out of the hospital parking lot. Rock looked in his side mirror and saw Jericho sprinting after them. Rock grinned to himself and stopped the car. Kurt opened the door and Jericho got in, giving everyone an evil look with an angry growl. Everyone began to laugh again as they got in and Rock drove off. "Ok, back on track." Rock said as he got on the freeway and drove out of Santa Barbra. Rikishi pulled his bag out from in front of Jericho and got out one of his big club sandwiches again. Rock looked back at Jericho in his review mirror, he was pouting like an angry little boy. Rock grinned to himself and said, "Hey Chris, unless you're married to that hospital gown I suggest you take it off." Jericho realized he was wearing a hospital gown, so he tore it off around his neck and threw it to the floor, going back into his angry pout. Everyone laughed and Rikishi began to eat again. The tour of California continues once more, but it sure as hell isn't over yet!
