There doesn't appear to be anyone else around here on the other side of Chancellor. We are standing now at the edge of the same ravine as where I brought Carl just the other day. We are all quiet now, even George, as we strain our ears for, what, birdsong? the sound of the wind in the trees? the not so distant motor traffic? According to Carl it is from here that he found his way to Wreck Beach, and that is something we simply are not going to suggest. Besides which, we need to return home pretty soon for our new guests, and I for my car. My little black Hyundai that dad helped me pay for fifteen years ago. It still runs okay, but it is expensive to maintain. And I am looking forward to seeing Jesús...
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