Oh yeah! Well I guarantee we're prob'ly gonna do some a' that whether we want to or not, you know how time likes to fuck around. But campin' out on the beach sounds nice. Farther north we go, I think the less people there are too, so it might be our only choice sometimes unless we wanna huddle in some weird fuckin' shack of a motel.

[Or maybe it's not that bad. It's just that north of San Francisco, until they reach Seattle, looks like a whole lot of nothing to him. Any cities in between those hardly ever get mentioned and must not be worth much.

But maybe they'll find otherwise - he sure as hell hopes so or he's going to get real damn bored.

The wine is okay, but the rum is good, not that he has any real expertise in that either. He gives a sigh of satisfaction anyway.]

I just hope we get ourselves to a version of things that sucks less than this one. Don't get me wrong, your time is fine, but Dante an' those freaks saying they thought the Enders were done for? It don't sit real well with me.