“See that? She saved us.” She crossed her arms in triumph.

“But it’s still not enough,” he said, shaking his head, making dark brown hair bounce around.

“She’s describing more, though.”

“It’s still not enough.”

“Stop repeating yourself, Maxwell.”

“Max.”

“Max. Whatever. They don’t care. She doesn’t care. I don’t care. So why bother?”

“No clue.”

“Precisely.”

“I’m going to be gone again soon, ain’t I?”

“Aren’t you.”

“Aren’t I?”

“Yeah, but someone else will save us, I’m sure of it.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”