<span style="font-style: italic">Next Afternoon</span><br/><br/>"He's late." Hailey states as I pull the garage closed. "We've already given him half an hour we can't wait anymore. Warriors mount up  we're heading out in five minutes if he's not here." I call out and they nod slipping wheel into their gears. We really couldn't be to late or else the whole thing would just fall apart and that's not a risk we could take.