Ran into Friday at the City Gate this afternoon, the first we've seen one another since Sunday night. He was scared, nervous, couldn't bring himself to tell me what he's been doing or what's happened to him, or why he needed the twenty dollars he couldn't quite muster the gumption to ask me for. So I left him, saying, "email me," not at all sure what I could have done for him, or why he had been, as he said, looking for me, but pretty sure that I didn't want to know why either. So I fear I must say good-bye to Friday. He said that "people with knives" were after him; that he was taking the 5:45 p.m. bus to Pullman. He didn't say, but it's pretty clear that coming back to Spokane, where he's burnt and ripped off so many people, is not an option.