“So I'll just sit tight, shall I?” Robert asks, “Wait for you
to find mum and dad's house and we can all get out of here.”
“You're sure this is the right place?” Raven inquires, “We
don't have room for errors.”
“I am absolutely certain,” Robert tells him, “You take Curly
with you, send word when the time's right. There's an old ruin
somewhere hereabouts, you should be able get out through that.”
He looks around for a moment. “Come on Mo,” he says to the
midget, “Let's find somewhere to sit while we wait.”
He's about to walk away when an odd notion taps his brow. Turning
back to Raven he offers his hand. “Good luck old bird,” he says,
“It's almost over now.”
