A big white bus pulls up. It's twilight, and you can't read all the writing, but you make out the word Church.
"Hullo, brother, are you lost?"
"Not exactly, my car broke down, can you give me lift into town, or let me use your phone?"
"We are on our way to the retreat house. No one is allowed to bring cell phones, but they may have an emergency landline?"
"That would be great!" You say to the driver.
Then you turn to face the other passengers. They are all dressed in identical blue and white jumpsuits. All are silent and expressionless. You sit down behind the driver, as he closes the door and drives up the road. You rock back and forth as the bus proceeds. You fall asleep.
The bus driver wakes you. All the other passengers have gotten off already. The driver introduces you to the Reverend Trask.
"Hello, son, my family has been helping lost souls find there way from centuries. Please come and be my guest at my retreat."
"I'd really just like to use your phone to call a garage."
"I doubt you'd find one open this time of night, even if I had a phone."
Time? You check your watch, you've slept nearly 5 hours.
"Uh, but the driver sai-"
"I am afraid he was mistaken. And since our fuel truck won't be here for a few days, the driver decided to enjoy my hospitality until he can refuel the bus."
The bus driver nods his head.
You shrug, maybe in the morning you will think of something. You get off the bus. The retreat appears to be farm of some sort.
"I am sorry since you weren't expected, we don't have a room ready for you, but we will accommodate you."