Boring Trip

On that cold night, the horse carriage was shaken by the uneven road. Filled with stones that made their journey uncomfortable.

That night, they could not sleep. Even in the specially made horse-drawn carriages as comfortable as possible, none of them could sleep. It's been two days, they still don't know where the horse carriage is going.

The sound of galloping horses, the sound of wheels hitting rocks, and whipping accompanied them all day long. In this silent carriage, there was nothing they could do but hear the voices that accompanied their night journey.

Reinhard could no longer contain his patience. He opened the small window behind him, which was the barrier between the passenger and the coachman.

"Where are you actually taking us?" he asked. Reinhard waited, and there was no answer from the old man who was controlling the horses. "Mr. Egon?" call him.