Cricket Creek Bog Another day

Cry nodded at the acceptance, appreciating the lack of bombard of questions more skeptical souls would interrogate with. It only reminded him of @Bat, the ebony youth with the extraordinary ears who had seeked  them in earlier times. What seemed forever ago was near yesterday in the mind of a man who remembered faces as well as he. He wondered would Phex have had a playmate should she have stayed.

A turned shoulder and a redirected body brought the Phantom back in the direction from which he came, this time as he chose a more direct route, both to save he and his company’s time. And off they ventured where the home lay.