Cyrus helped the assistants load the wagon. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he was finished. As they left the tower, Atticus would notice Wiflor with some children. "Hey, you brats!" In typical old man fashion, Atticus was shuffling to them to ruin their fun. "Get off my property!" He poked and prodded the children with with his walking stick until they all scattered. Atticus was rather infamous among the children of the city as a ruin-er of fun.<br/><br/>Cyrus came out behind him. "Jeez Atticus, the kids were just having some fun."<br/><br/>"Well they can have it off my property!" He marched to the wagon and took his seat at the helm. Cyrus helped Wiflor up and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Let's go to the back." He pet her and walked around to the back of the wagon, getting inside of it. This one was covered and was larger than the original wagon. The supplies in this one was day-to-day stuff, so there was plenty of room for Cyrus and Wiflor to relax a little. Cyrus removed his bedding from its box and set a couple of pillows against the boxes so he could lay down. He hadn't slept in awhile and a nap would be just what he needed. He certainly hoped Wiflor would opt to join him.