"Okay guys, chop chop!" Mathew called out as soon as he returned to the place where he got traumatized by getting yet another woman. "We will be moving out soon, so get ready!"
Both Norbert and Beatrice raised their heads and turned them towards Mathew. Judging from what the young man could see, they didn't go back to fucking, or at the very least, they didn't continue doing so all the way to the point where he returned.
'They were just talking?' Mathew thought, raising one of his eyebrows. 'Well, what do I care?'
"Mathew, tell me one thing," Norbert said while getting up to his legs. "What's your plan for rescuing the people left in those cars?"
Mathew looked at Norbert's face... only to then turn his eyes towards Beatrice's hand.
Or rather, the stump that formerly would be her wrist.
"Why isn't she healed yet?" Mathew asked, ignoring the question and asking one of his own. "We were away for quite a while. To be honest, I expected you guys would already be back!"
