You decide to close your eyes, content in the green grass. Just for a couple of minutes, then you'll get up and keep walking. You doze off and when you wake up it seems hours have passed. The sun is thinking about setting, but there is still plenty of light. You're stiff and starting to feel a little cold, and have begun to panic when you hear a clip-clop sound coming from your left. You stand and see a horse and buggy coming toward you. An Amish man sits in the front. He spots you, but doesn't increase his speed. You sit back down and wait for him to get to you.

"Hoi!" he shouts, pulling the reigns to slow the already extremely slowly moving horse. "What have we here?"

You stammer. "Uh, I had a bit of a rough night. And well day, now, I guess. And I lost my phone and don't really know where I am. Uh, a phone is like a thing that you keep in your pocket-"

"I know what a phone is." The man looks at you with liquid pity containing a healthy drop of contempt.

"Aren't you Amish?"

"Mennonite. Well, if you'd like I can take you with me back to town. We can set you straight from there."

You hesitate.