paragraph: Walking didn't build up much heat; it just moved the air enough to chill me more. After I'd walked about a block, a car rolled up behind me. It slowed down as it neared me and I started to worry. This wasn't the best of neighborhoods. I kept my eyes straight ahead and tried to walk more quickly without showing it. I heard an automatic window roll down. "Hey," said a male voice, "do you need some help?" I turned around. The man looked over forty, and he was driving a car I'd be afraid to drive on this street. "It's a long way to anywhere worth going," he said. "Would you like some help?" "Ah, I think I'm fine, thanks," I told him, and turned back to the sidewalk. "Really, I'd like to help. Please, hop in. You don't look dressed for this weather." I glanced back over my shoulder. "No thanks, sir! I'm just fine. Really, don't worry about me." "Nathan Spencer, I offer you help. I advise that you not refuse me a third time." I stopped and looked back at him, surprised. He met my eyes coolly. "How do you know my name?" "I know your family. Get in. 
question: Where was the man?
answer: On a bus