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The
plane
landed
with
a
bump
,
and
a
few
passengers
got
off
.
Shadow
looked
out
of
the
window
:
it
was
a
little
airport
in
the
middle
of
nowhere
,
and
there
were
still
two
little
airports
to
go
before
Eagle
Point
.
Shadow
transferred
his
glance
to
the
man
in
the
pale
suit
-
Mr
.
Wednesday
?
He
seemed
to
be
asleep
.
Impulsively
,
Shadow
stood
up
,
grabbed
his
bag
,
and
stepped
off
the
plane
,
down
the
steps
onto
the
slick
,
wet
tarmac
,
walking
at
an
even
pace
toward
the
lights
of
the
terminal
.
A
light
rain
spattered
his
face
.
Before
he
went
inside
the
airport
building
,
he
stopped
,
and
turned
,
and
watched
.
No
one
else
got
off
the
plane
.
The
ground
crew
rolled
the
steps
away
,
the
door
was
closed
,
and
it
took
off
.
Shadow
walked
inside
and
he
rented
what
turned
out
,
when
he
got
to
the
parking
lot
,
to
be
a
small
red
Toyota
.
Shadow
unfolded
the
map
they
’
d
given
him
.
He
spread
it
out
on
the
passenger
’
s
seat
.
Eagle
Point
was
about
250
miles
away
.
The
storms
had
passed
,
if
they
had
come
this
far
.
It
was
cold
and
clear
.
Clouds
scudded
in
front
of
the
moon
,
and
for
a
moment
Shadow
could
not
be
certain
whether
it
was
the
clouds
or
the
moon
that
were
moving
.
He
drove
north
for
an
hour
and
a
half
.
It
was
getting
late
.
He
was
hungry
,
and
when
he
realized
how
hungry
he
really
was
,
he
pulled
off
at
the
next
exit
and
drove
into
the
town
of
Nottamun
(
pop
.
1301
)
.
He
filled
the
gas
tank
at
the
Amoco
and
asked
the
bored
woman
at
the
cash
register
where
he
could
get
something
to
eat
.
"
Jack
’
s
Crocodile
Bar
,
"
she
told
him
.
"
It
’
s
west
on
County
Road
N
.
"
"
Crocodile
Bar
?
"
