Knife continues to follow Trilby in his warthog, while I lay in the flatbed in the rear watching the scenery go past. "You know this is nice, no bloodthirsty monsters trying to kill us, noone's bitching about their relationships, it's nice."
"It's quiet without Salt around, I get it."
"What, do you miss him already?"
"Well as much as he drives me up the wall, I'm worry'd about where the dropkick's gone and fucked off to."
"Relax, he's probably off spewing about he's feelings to that Waffle's guy."
Knife shrugs, "Maybe."