These trips as of late have not been as long as my normal, but they have been lonely all the same. Having Sil with me on the way back has been nice even if he has been preoccupied with a more important task. I find myself playing little games to pass the time. How many clicks of that back right wheel will I hear before we get to that rock? How many of Gil’s sonnets can I recall without checking my notes? “Disturb me not, lest death itself ye crave”. How many white hairs are in Felix’s beard now? Just little things to keep from pondering the solitude.

That is the benefit of this trip though, the majority of the crew will be together again, even if only for a moment. Sil did his job, I am sure Mitch is faring well. I think I might need to request a job that keeps me in one place a little longer. Get back to sewing a bit.

Oh shoot, did I miss a turn?

“Sil did I fu-“
“You are good keep going straight you will see it soon”

I look back into the wagon. He isn’t even looking. How did he know? He better not be – oh no he is right. Whatever. No wait, not whatever.

“Sil is that Felix?”

Sil gets up this time to check. “Yup. I’ll grab onto something”

I tighten my grip, “Giddy-up! We gotta beat him!”