Robert and Mo wander
aimlessly in silence through the sun drenched meadow. Robert's not
sure where he's going or what he's looking for, if in fact he's
looking for anything, but he feels a restlessness in the pit of his
stomach that prevents him from simply having a seat to wait. There's
something he wants to know, he's sure of that, but that's all he's
sure of. Something feels wrong, something he can't quite put his
finger on, something that wont let him rest. Once or twice he
pauses, about to address his midget companion, but each time the
moment is quickly lost to a rustle of leaves or the delicate caress
of the breeze on his cheek. And so they keep moving,travelling in
broad elliptical circles through a familiar meadow, waiting
for.....well, Robert thinks, waiting for whatever is going to happen
next.
