Qeya River things change, rearrange, or so do i

a long wait for a reply, and when someone finally picked up the phone, the answer only raised questions.

there was a stranger to her left. diesel still dumbly smiled as she turned to him, and her head canted sideways when he said something that made no fucking sense at all.

"...'ooo'ed on?" diesel looked at the woodland - eerily quiet and scentless. she looked at the man, cough-chuckling and shaking her head. "hhack you hean hohed on, dude? they 'ash, they 'ash right here, like -" fuck, how long has it been? "-like two heeksh ago!"

did they leave on a fucking business trip??

"-hen'sh, 'hen'sh they comin' hack?"