Moe: That’s not the point though is it? Now how big?
Steve: Big enough.
Moe: Big enough for 6?
Steve: Yeah… damn it.
Moe: Good. We’ll need to get to that roof before this pack of dogs then.
Steve: I really think this is a bad idea.
Suddenly he’s back on the hill looking at a darkening sky again as the memory replay ends. Night was coming and the sounds of the crowd has died down, along with the temperature. The people on the roof though, he’d been wondering when their presence in his mind would make sense.
So we helped them? That’s why they keep