Maria patched him up and he fell asleep. She sat in the chair next to the bed and watched him until the sun went down. Finally she fell asleep, her head laying against the edge of the bed.

A few hours later Randy opened his eyes and put a hand to his side. The only light in the room was from the television and the night light. He could see the young woman sleeping in the chair and tried to sit up without disturbing her. He assumed she wasn't some psycho killer and doubted that he had obsessed fans out here. He was just glad someone that spoke English found him. He didn't know a lick of Spanish except how to order beer and say hello and goodbye. He vaguely remember how Rey had taught him to say where is the bathroom.

'Speaking of bathroom.' Randy thought. He felt bad about having to wake her up. She looked so pieceful, like an angel. He reached down and lightly stroked her thick, dark hair.

"Miss?" He asked quietly. "Maria."

He sighed when she began to stir.

"You're awake." She said, jumping from the chair. "Do you need something? Medicine? Food? Something to drink?"

"Actually I need to use the restroom." He said, shyly.

"Oh. Of course." Maria said. "Are you sure you can move?"

"Yes." Randy said, slowly standing from the bed. "Just lead the way."

Maria led him to a nearby bathroom and stood by the door, waiting for him to come back out. She could hear cursing from the other side of the door but refrained from asking if he needed help. She was used to macho men who hated asking for help or admitting they needed it. Ten minutes later he finally opened the door.

"Are you hungry?" Maria asked. "Do you want some Tylenol?"

"That'd be nice." Randy said, getting back in the bed. "Thank you."

"No problem." She said, disappearing for awhile.

When she returned she had a plate full of food, a bottle of water, a can of soda and a bottle of Tylenol.

"I thought maybe you could choose what you wanted to drink." She said, setting everything in front of him. "The bottled water here is safe to drink."

"Thank you." He said, looking at the tacos, beans and rice she set in front of him. "These aren't…."

"Rat?" She laughed. "No."

"Where am I exactly?" Randy asked, beginning to eat.

"About 120 miles west of Mexico City." Maria said. "Where were you going? Who were you with?"

"We were on the way to Brazil from Miami for a charity benefit." Randy said. "I was with a co-worker Eric Bischoff. He got his pilot license a few years ago and we were late so he offered to fly us."

"To Brazil?" Maria asked. "You were a little off track I think."

"Where are you from?" Randy asked, not wanting to talk about the accident. "You speak pretty good English for a girl from Mexico."

"I live in Chicago. I moved to America with my parents when I was 5." Maria began. "I'm visiting my grandparents."

"Is it okay with them that I'm here?" Randy asked.

"They don't know that you're here." Maria began. "I doubt they'd be happy that I picked up a strange man in the middle of their pasture."

"I understand." Randy said, continuing to eat his food.

They continued talking until Randy finished and Maria took the stuff to the kitchen.

"You should get some sleep." Maria said. "You can take 2 more Tylenol in five hours."

She left the room and Randy went to sleep.