Exit Part 5

Buenos Aires-- the name meant 'good wind' in Spanish, as the city was a popular destination for people resetting their timekeeping devices. Exit had never been to Buenos Aires before, but only stumbled once as he stepped off the Knotleaguer's gangplank. The air was so fresh that he almost had a concussion.

Tim stepped down beside him. "Something wrong, Exit?"
"Oh, I'm okay," said Exit. "I just got a funny feeling that I haven't been here before."
Captain Loophole sidled up grinning. "Ho yes, I believe the term is 'pas vu jusqu'à maintenant'. S'not supposed to be eerie, though." Captain Loophole probably would have said more, but he had a concussion and sprawled face-down on the dock.

Exit grabbed Captain Loophole's arms and Tim grabbed his legs. "Stop grabbing my legs, Tim," said Exit.
"Sorry, got confused there," said Tim. He grabbed Captain Loophole's legs and together they carried him to the nearest establishment-- Motel Barato. Each room cost just fifteen cents, so Exit paid for three, only discovering later that they were all the same room.

After depositing Captain Loophole on the motel bed, Exit turned to Tim and nodded. "Want to go look around the town?"
"Sure," said Tim. "There are a lot of good places to not eat down the road."
"Perfect. I just spent our last forty-five cents."
"This air is pretty fresh stuff, though, innit?"
"As you say, Tim."