We'll be fighting in the streets/ With our children at our feet
[Timed to just after Sam's debut.]
Cautiously opening up the door of his hut, John looked left, then right, and then left again. The boys were out of sight, which meant the coast was clear. He hadn't wanted to interrupt the things they needed to say to one another away from him, and so he bade his time inside, murmuring softly to Terpsichore while packing her "go" bag. Tucking her carefully in a sling and tossing the bag over his shoulder, John headed to Bobby's, a grim look on his face.
He pounded on the door, loud enough to wake the dead.
"Bobby!" he hollered. "You'd better not be in the goddamned panic room."
Cautiously opening up the door of his hut, John looked left, then right, and then left again. The boys were out of sight, which meant the coast was clear. He hadn't wanted to interrupt the things they needed to say to one another away from him, and so he bade his time inside, murmuring softly to Terpsichore while packing her "go" bag. Tucking her carefully in a sling and tossing the bag over his shoulder, John headed to Bobby's, a grim look on his face.
He pounded on the door, loud enough to wake the dead.
"Bobby!" he hollered. "You'd better not be in the goddamned panic room."