In the distance, not too far from the horizon, there was a clearing beyond the trees. Every so often it would appear when the road crested.

Then, as Karl jogged down from the summit, this clearing would vanish from sight. When it appeared once again Karl could make out the toasty building surrounded by trees. It was lit from the inside and had big, beautiful brass letters atop the entrance.

The words read: CONSTELLATION STATION.

He was almost there.