“It really is simple,” Mickey said. “And it isn’t really West Bumfuck, you know.”
“I know, but that’s the way I’ve always thought of it.”
“We both need to call our bosses,” Mickey said.
“I can do that first thing in the morning,” Chris said.
“Me too.”
“Then make it so, number one. Make it so.”
“Aye, aye, Captain Picard.”
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West Bumfuck, AR
THEY LANDED IN Arkansas and rented a car; then they drove to Chris’ hometown where they located, and checked into the motel Mickey had found online. By the time they arrived in the hospital parking lot, it was after five. The volunteer at the reception desk directed them to the appropriate room and pointed them in the direction of the elevators.