"When're we gonna get there?!" Sain whined from the passenger seat.
"In an hour." Kent said in an offhanded way, hoping it would shut the kid up.
It didn't. "We've been driving all day!"
"This trip would have lasted at least a fortnight for our ancestors."
Sain blinked, "What's that?"
"A fortnight," Kent said, "Is two weeks."
"I knew that." Sain whispered in an 'I'm not stupid' way, "I was asking what that was."
Kent stopped and the two got out of the car. They walked back a ways to where a girl was kneeling on the ground.
"He's hurt." The girl said, before the two had a chance to speak, "We need to get him to town."
Between the three of them, they managed to get the unconscious figure into the car.
"So," the girl asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm Kent and this is my partner-in-crime, Sain."
"Lyndis. But you can call me Lyn."
Later…
"Mmmm… oohhh… what… ? Where…?"
"Oh, good you're alive." Lyn sighed, "That bus hit you pretty hard."
The boy's eyes shot open, "Bus? What bus?"
"You… uh… I was obviously an accident! I'm sure he didn't mean to."
He considered this turn of events a while, then, after checking his pockets, asked, "Where did you put my phone?"
"You… didn't have one…" Lyn said slowly.
"Oh… it's fine, I just… it's my phone. And I lost it. And it has sensitive information. And my high scores…"
"Ress."
Kent looked at Sain, "What?"
"We call him Ress until we find out who he is. Sorry, first name that came to mind."
"What mind?" Kent muttered under his breath.
"I heard that!"
The four rode in silence for half an hour. Then they reached the city.
It was small, more of a town really, with white buildings and green vines every-which-way.
Once they reached the hospital, they waited for what felt like an eternity until the medics were done poking and prodding Ress.
When they did let him go, he said they found nothing wrong except a broken arm.
Strange.
"Well, Kent and I should probably get going, we're on a mission." Sain said, standing up.
"What mission?" Lyn asked. "Can we come?"
Kent shook his head, "We're trying to find Caelin's granddaughter, Lyndis…" his face turned almost as red as his armor. "You're Lyndis… aren't you…?"
"Well," Sain interjected, "Mission accomplished, let's go home."
General approval ensued. (They agreed to start back)