He couldn't hang out around the diner forever. For one, he needed to find something to eat and for another, those possums were terrifying. So wander he did. The bus didn't come back, as the kid had said, and once he found himself a (possibly outdated) bus schedule, he had to accept that he was going to be stuck for at least four more days.

So he went hunting.

Luckily it was a weekend and the woods were filled with campers daring each other to do stupid things and it wasn't terribly hard to ambush the poor sucker who'd been left behind on a snipe hunt. As was Maurice tradition, he left behind both a cookie and a juice box. You had to take care of your food sources, y'know!

So that left him feeling more rejuvenated but no less lonely as he wandered between the trees and listened to the hoots of drunk college kids.