"Okay." Mark said. Then pulling a u-turn drove back the way we came. I didn't ask where he was going I was just happy to be with him. Reaching down I grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight. Mark drove through Cranston to an old mill complex pulling around back he drove up to a set of rusted metal gates with a pad lock. Mark hopped out quickly and grabbed the padlock which fell open in his hand. After pushing the gate open Mark hopped back in the car, pulled it through and closed the gate behind him replacing the broken lock. I realized where we were; the flats it...