Hoshor Plains Over Hill and Under Hill

Oh.  Guess that made sense.  Or something.  Whatever. Hopefully they didn't leave any of your family behind, he mused, irritated at his own memory.  That hadn't been the beginning of the end, necessarily, but it might have been the point of no return -- where he finally realized none of them gave a damn.  No, she probably had a couple of loving parents and everything was great.  Such was luck, he'd always be given the short end of the stick.

And then she asked another question.  There was a that slight pause as he sort of squared his jaw.  His response was properly standoffish, No.  They're gone.  Put quite a damper on his plans.  He was alone, completely, utterly -- just a few hangers on that pitied him enough to stay around.  They'd probably leave too.