From Hershel & Gavin...

“How did we get into this hell hole, anyway?” Hershel eventually grumbled from his favorite recliner, his squinted eyeballs shooting hateful darts around their immediate surroundings. Truth be known, he wasn't particularly fond of his further away surroundings, either.

“Maxcine and Isabel,” Gavin grumbled with calm assurance, so that a lurking orderly didn't get the bright idea he was about to cause a ruckus. Last time he had instigated a ruckus, his bedtime snack of Oreo cookies and hot chocolate had been withheld from him. For now, he kept his gaze dead ahead, aimed between his feet, which were elevated on the foot-rest of his recliner. Focal point was a twitching yellow bird, whose supposed voice wasn't in sync with its beak movement.

“Oh, yeah,” Hershel agreed with a sigh. He, too, had noticed the orderly in their close proximity. “They had us put here because we did something. Do you remember what it was?”

“I ain't sure anymore,” he flat out lied.

Vol. VI - Waterfall of Youth