Excited, Crazy Cal walked around behind the counter and pulled out a blank pad. He found a pen and started jotting something down. He worked fast as Jim looked on. He didn't see where the man was called crazy unless there was more to the story than what Lucy had told him.

"Here," Crazy Cal mumbled as he tore off the sheet of paper from the pad.

Jim studied the scribble. It was a map. There was the hotel with the caption "Hotel" scribbled over it. He had drawn the roads crossing as they were in real life just outside. By this sketch, the office of the sheriff was to the north. It was further up the road on Route 12 and then turning to the east on Route 59. It looked to be a good distance away. There were added landmarks such as a square labeled "Food" which must have been a grocery or convenience store. There were tree outcrops and homes, a gas station and a pawn shop.

"Well, this is nice. You ever think about going into map making?"

Crazy Cal looked uncomfortable with the compliment and hung his head as he put away the pad. He went over and flipped on the TV in the lobby without saying another word to Jim. He sat on the sofa and crossed his arms. Jim couldn't help but wonder if he had said something wrong of if he had offended the man in some way.