 After I talked to Mr. Burrell for an hour or so, the whole thing sounded pretty darn good. I quit my job at Al's Coffee Pot the next afternoon and met Mr. Burrell at the station. We took the five o'clock train to Regidon. On the way, Mr. Burrell gave me the lowdown on what had been going on in the town for three years. How the town thought I was murdered and how my, uh, my mother and David Cunningham, my, my stepfather, just wouldn't give up hope that I was still alive.