"All I know is, I’ve been sitting on my ass for close to twenty-four hours," said Richard, now sounding as bad as Csongor felt. "Thinking, hoping, you guys would know where Zula is. Now it’s something like four, five in the morning, I’m at the end of my tether, we have come up with nothing very useful. And some asshole tourist is knocking on my door, probably wanting to empty his holding tank or get directions to the geocaching site. So I’m going to break off for a little."