"Are we there yet?" Oscar asked Denzel, looking around at the ground, tracking Grayson's cell phone location.
"Almost," Denzel replied him.
Just as Denzel flew, with his wings spreading out wide, Oscar knelt just on the back of Denzel, one of his knees folded up, and he held the hood of the hoodie Denzel wore.
'It seems like he is home now,' Denzel took his eyes from the cell phone, flying forward.
From a very much far distance back, Denzel could sight his house, and just as he did, he could see that figure running out of the entrance.
He took another look at his cell phone, he could tell that it was the same thing, their movements.
Getting closer, Denzel could make out the panic in his face, and how he took out his cell phone to contact someone.
"Why does it seem like we are heading to your -- Somewhere familiar?" Oscar asked, shaking his head when he found out that he just snitched himself one more time.
