Sammy was definitely lost. He hadn't seen his friends for at least an hour, he didn't know what day it was, none of them had slept in quite a while, and he wasn't quite sure what city they were just arriving in. A minor setback, he thought sarcastically. As he wandered through the town, he passed a bank. The sign read: "Good Morning! It's Saturday June Eighth! Have a Wonderful day!" Sammy could have laughed. Not likely, what with the other two AWOL.
In all truth, he was probably the one who went missing. He had wandered away from the pack again, just like back in Omaha. Sammy's eyelids weighed a ton as he tried to keep himself awake. This hobo thing was so not good for them. They'd all been on edge for a while now, and he thought they kinda hoped to find somewhere to stay for good. What had the city limit sign said?Cereus.
Well, Sammy thought, this is Cereusly bad. He let out a chuckle at his own corny joke, but it was interrupted with a yawn. So tired, he thought. Maybe I can find, like, a park bench or something. What had this come to? Sleeping on park benches? Anything is better than Florida, especially an adventure, he rationalized.
He yawned again. Nevermind adventure, he thought. I need a nap. At long last, he had finally stumbled upon a bench in the street. Literally, he stumbled on it. He hadn't been watching where he was going, and the leg tripped him. He managed to catch himself on the bench, though, and he decided that the cold metal surface would be a sufficient place to get some shut-eye and think about how much easier it had been when they had the van.
Sammy laid down, his head on one side, his legs hanging off the armrest on the other. Before he could stop it, his mind shut down. His eyes fought to stay open, but it was a losing battle. They'll find me eventually, Sammy thought. What's the harm in getting in a little power nap? And he quickly fell asleep.