Always Together Mark carefully placed the bus schedule back in his satchel. He pretty much had it memorized, but he liked to refer to it, just to make sure. He withdrew his photocopied hand-drawn copies of the three maps Dr. Ford had given him and then probably stolen from him. He had made three copies of each at the drug store. He now kept one set in his satchel, one set in his desk, and one set in his fire-resistant Protex safe. He wasn’t happy with his renderings though. He wasn’t certain of the precise location of the dots on the original maps, or the cross, or the watermark. The only thing he could think of to do to improve them was to take the bus around to the locations he thought were dots and see if he could see anything of interest. He had done this (focusing on one dot a day, as that seemed to take him to the edge of his reserves and tolerance for being out of the house using public transit), and aside from the two downtown dots marking Coventry’s most ornate heritage buildings, he could see nothing special about them.
