Chapter Fifty-Five

Fawn leads us back up to the Museum with her crew chatting it up all the way. On the journey back up I try my best to stick to the familiar faces, but Rey is swallowed up by Fawn in some discussion that has his shoulders hunched forward and Rex is trying his best not to say something wrong to the somber woman.

In that aspect, I can relate.

I'm stuck with Playboy chewing my ear off about something I'm sure I don't care about. I can hardly listen to a word he's saying because I'm still trying to understand what exactly is going on here.

I nod at every high and low of his voice, his face a picture of excitement. A walk that's not much longer than a few minutes lengthens to hours in my mind with his chirp, but the light of the exit has me breathing in a refreshing breath of relief.