Caleb, having a lot of experience with wilderness survival, puts some of that knowledge to good use. "So John, I'd say we should stay here and figure out what's going on, it's probably for the best since we don't know what's going on."
John, still breathing heavy, says "Ok, what will we do in the meantime?"
"Let's figure out what we do know, then we go from there."
"Alright, well, I came here last night at around midnight. I saw a sign off of I-75 that said free rooms for bikers and homeless and came in, and met you."
"And I came here at around- wait did you just say I-75?"
"Yeah, I-75 in Georgia, I'm pretty certain that's the one I was on, why?"
"Dude, I came here off of I-15, in Montana."
"HUH?!"
"Ok, this is getting fucking weird, we both come here from highways on the other side of the fucking country, food starts appearing out of goddamn thin air, and all our shit is gone. What is happening?!"
"I-I don't know man, I don't know..."
Caleb decided to calm down after seeing John was getting upset again. It was weird, but he had this urge to protect John and keep him safe. Something about him, it made Caleb want to hold him and keep him safe.
"I-I'm sorry for freaking out John, we'll figure this out, I promise."
"O-ok, but what now?" John asked