"If I'm correct, he should be down below the deck, doing nothing but shoveling coal into the bus' engine!"
Hearing this, I turned my eyes and locked them on Claire's face, not sure whether to take her words as a joke… or some sort of cryptic message designed to prevent those not in the know from understanding it.
But…
Now that we were up in the air, driving on some sort of invisible path, who could be there to listen to what we randomly talked about?
