Peter streteched his arms over his head as he rose out of the hotel bed. The clock near the bed told him it was around noon. He flung the large blue curtains surrounding the picture window open, letting in the light.
Peter opened his suitcase and rummaged for something to wear. He noted that he had few clean clothes left and mentally reminded himself to get to a laundromat while they were there.
Removing his pajamas, he slipped into his favorite blue shirt and a pair of gray pants. He returned to the large picture window and peered over the Indianapolis skyline, buttoning his shirt as he tried to think of where to go for lunch, until something caught his eye that made him decide to get room service instead.
Mike entered the McDonald's with a smile. He was in a pretty good mood. A three day run in Indianapolis meant a rest for them. No one recognized the tall, skinny, dark-haired man as he slipped into a booth to eat his burger. Mike wondered how long that would last. For now, the anonymity was nice.
He finished his meal and took his soda with him as he left. He stood on the sidewalk just outside the building and sipped the drink, trying to think of a way to spend the day. His eyes wandered, following the buildings. He followed one all the way up.
Mike was so shocked by what he saw that he turned and ran back to the hotel, his soda falling unnoticed on the ground as he hurried in the opposite direction.
"It's really nice outside today. Maybe we should go for a walk in the park," Micky suggested as he swallowed the last bite of his rice. He and Davy were sitting in a fourth floor Chinese restaurant next to a large window with a fabulous view of the city.
Davy nodded absently as he sipped the last of his tea. Micky sighed. Davy had been kind of depressed lately, and he didn't know how to snap him out of it.
Davy sat up suddenly. "Something's wrong," he declared, appearing to be listening to something.
"What is it?" Micky asked, not bothering to question his judgement.
"I don't know," Davy replied. "Take care of this, okay?" he told him, gesturing to the food. "Meet me outside when you're done." With that, he left, not giving Micky a chance to grumble about getting stuck paying.
A few minutes later, Micky stepped out of the restaurant. Davy was no where in sight.
"Davy?" he whimpered. Suddenly, someone grabbed him from behind, dragging him into a nearby alleyway.
Micky was trying hard not to start screaming.
"What was that for?" he asked Davy, trying to keep his temper in check.
"Shhh!" Davy whispered. "I don't want anyone to 'ear us." He stepped out of the alleyway and Micky followed. No one seemed to notice.
"What's the problem?" Micky whispered after they had walked about two blocks away.
"Look up there," Davy told him. Micky looked up.
"All I see is buildings," Micky told him.
"Not the buildings. Look past them," Davy ordered. Micky nodded.
He looked past the buildings and saw the sky. Blue, clear sky, clouds, a plane, and the mooon.
The moon.
Micky's eyes widened. He looked at Davy. "The -the," he stammered. Davy nodded.
"What are we gonna do?" Micky asked.
"I've got a plan, okay?" Davy told him. "Mike and Petah already know. You go back and tell them I've got a plan. I'm going to get 'elp."
"What kind of help?" Micky asked. Davy didn't reply.
"Just go, okay?" he told him. Micky nodded and headed back towards the hotel.
"Plan? What kind of plan? What kind of help?" Mike asked.
Micky shrugged. "I don't know," he replied.
"Maybe we should just cancel," Peter offered pragmatically, but Mike and Micky shook their heads.
"We can't," Micky told him. "Not after the radio show we did. We'd let too many people down. And we can't postpone it because there's no time to do that."
"But help," Mike wondered aloud. He began to pace. "What kind of help could he be thinking of?"
"Davy can find people easily," Peter reminded them optimistically. "Maybe he'll find someone that can help."
Mike raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Where?" he asked. Peter shrugged.
"I dunno."
"I think the best thing to do is just wait," Micky suggested. "Wait and see if Davy has a good idea."
Peter and Mike nodded in agreement.
