"I hope we meet him soon." Ram muttered this from the space in which he was crammed.
"I have a hunch that we will run across him in the near future." Minerva spoke those words as she gazed outside the window that she had been squashed up against.
Since the second automobile that Camryn had purchased had broken down, and there was no time to get it mended, so they were forced to go along with Hamlin's truck, which meant that they had to cram into the vehicle that was already full of people in order for them to be able to drive.
"Have any of you given it any consideration recently... Lucky usually shared every detail with us about his intentions and other things; nonetheless, he abruptly departed without informing any of us of his departure." Minerva continued on.
"What do you mean?" Ram inquired.
