Getting Directions

" You want to go to Mapleville?" A gruff gas station attendant says to us with look of disdain. Almost as if it were a burden to help us. " Yes, please." Olivia responds, trying to cut through his tough facade. The gas station attendant pulls a map of Main out from under the counter. He runs his index finger along the intersections on the map. " There it is." He says, placing his index finger in the middle of the map. He looks up at us. "You're gonna wanna go south for about thee hours." "Thank you." I say to the attendant. We begin to turn to walk away. "Don't know why you'd wanna go though. Ain't nobody there." "We'll be there." Olivia replies. "And it will be just you and a land of broken dreams." He remarks. " What happened in Mapleville?" I ask him. "Theories." "Theories?" I reiterate. "That's all we have. That's all we know." "If we go down there will we be safe?" Olivia asks. The attendant shrugs. " You don't know?" Olivia asks in an irritated tone. "No one's dared to go down there. You're probably safe, but I don't see a reason to go." He says. " Well, we need to know what happened." Olivia snaps. The attendant nods slowly and folds the map. " Fair enough. Anything else you need?" I grab a couple packages of gummi sharks and toss them on the counter. " Just these."