My brother's marriage broke up: devastated, he literally fled to the airport after a final fight with his spouse and left the country without contacting anybody. As it turned out, he was abroad for 6 years (he got a divorce within the first 7 months & never contacted his ex again).
Finally returning home to Canada after six years, he flew into a distant city in a part of our large country he had never been to before. At the airport, he scoured the newspaper want-ads for a "drive-away" — our term for an individual or company advertising for a person to drive their vehicle to a select destination & bear the cost of gas (a cheap way to cover long distances).
My brother found a suitable private drive-away in the ads, phoned the number, made a preliminary agreement with the man on the other end, and went to arrange his ride for the 3500 miles to our family. When he rang the bell at the address, the door opened, and his ex-wife was standing there — apart from strangers, the very last person he had spoken to in Canada before leaving from the other end of the continent 6 years previously, and certainly the last person he had ever expected to speak to again.