A police officer didn't know where I could find a downtown shuttle. Neither did a Bishop. But a young lady with a U.S. Bishops' Conference ID tag offered a solution.
She directed to me to a bus driver who had been persuaded to allow two lost journalists to board his empy coach, since he was heading back downtown, anyways. I boarded with prayers of thanksgiving to God.
"There's another one!", exclaimed one of the other lost journalists. He yelled out the window to grab the attention of a frazzled L.A. Times photographer who, weighed down by five cameras of various sizes, was also searching for a rescue ride. As more reporters appeared out of the darkness, we numbered an appropriate twelve by the time we left the parking lot.