"I will. ...Goodnight, Clark." He still had ads to look through, and he'd pencil-circled a few. With any luck, he'd find himself employment, so long as he could find the bravery to be on the phone.

Before long, with the classified ad section folded backward on the table for convenience, he went to bed, himself. He'd need to be rested for the next day's travel. Probably some long walking, time spent on the bus. Just like old times.