Searching though someone's bag is one thing. But searching through a person glove compartment...is another. Maps, bags, napkins, rags, old pictures, some bread crumbs...or something. Just amazing. If you look through someone's bag you kinda sometimes find out what type of person they are. But if you look through a glove compartment...you don't really learn anything except self knowledge of clutterness and anything else that you find in it.

I looked through the maps seeing roads, roards, and...some more roads. Cities and little air planes, which I found out what they were after I asked, were scattered along cities.

I was a little afraid to go to a city now. But then he told me that the maps that he had were really old. They belonged to his father or something along those lines. It didn't matter to me. I liked to look through them. Read the names of towns. I tried to find my village and or town. But it wasn't there. Aparently it wasn't good enough for people to type of 4 letters and put a little dot under it.

Ray, Yes I actually started to refer to him with his real name. If it was his real name for that matter. But Ray says that my village was probably unknown. He didn't even know there was one out there. Just though there was forest.

I knew there were other villages out there. Cities as well. I never knew what they really held. Or looked like. I pictured them from time to time. But Ray explained them so they didn't fit my descriptions and thoughts for them. Didn't really bother me. Just gave me things to look forward to.

He told me the world had changed about 3 or 4 years ago. Something just happened and economy died. Politics were cut straight off. And war had broken out. That's why he had started driving around in his van. To run away from those problems.

"You can't always run away."

"You did." he had told me.

I had forgot. I had run away. "I was told to."

"If you were told to go stand out in the middle of the road and get run over by a car would I?"

He did have me there. It didn't matter. I was told to run away because of danger. Something like that. I couldn't remember. Now to think of it. I couldn't remember my home. Friends. I had no family. My village. The elder. Just running in that forest and that cold night sky. That was it. And now this.

I was alone except for Ray.

It was weird. Having him there. He was the only person I knew.

I somewhat considered him a friend now.

Driving on a barren wasteland. Flat land as far as the eye can see. Dead animals here and here. Some small shrubs. No life whatsoever. I had begun to search through the glove compartment again. There was a piece of paper scrumpled up in the way back under what looked like was greasy fries. I unfolded it. Ripping it once. But managed to see. C..I.RC...circus. I looked at Ray.

He looked back. "What?"

I held the flyer up. "What's a circus?"

He shook his head, "A place where people run around with crazy get ups and makeup all over their faces. Pulling of what they call entertaining events."

"Looks...odd..kinda scary..weird."

"They are. But that one was the best one. I believe they have one place still around."

I looked down. Then back at him.

He glanced at me then back at the road. "We are not going."

"I've never been. I've never heard of one. I've seen it and now you won't take me?"

He stopped the van and looked at me. "You want to go see people make fun of themselves."

"It doesn't look as if they're making fools of themselves." Apparently Ray had never liked the fact of people dressing up weird in order to entertain someone else. I thought it was weird at first. But it was what they wanted to do with their lives.

Ray started to drive again and it was silent. Except for the rattling of loose objects in the back of the van.

After 20 minutes Ray let out a loud sigh and grabbed the flyer and looked at the back. He stopped the van and looked at it carefully then put it down and turned left. I looked at him.

"You want to see a show." he sighed.

I smiled slightly, "Thought you didn't want to go."

"Have to educate you of the world somehow."

"How is a circus going to do that?"

"...Educate you in the department of entertainment."