Grear smiled as she stuffed some caramel chocolates in her mouth. "Thanks, Peter."
Grear thanked him. "No problem." Peter smirked as Grear handed him a chocolate.
"Where's Egon?" Grear asked out of comcern. "He's never late." Grear stated. "Oh, Ray
has to fill us in." Peter frowned. "Don't tell me Egon got hurt in a car accident."
Grear jumped to drastic conclusions. "We don't know that yet." Peter answered her
conclusion. "Well, since Ray isn't here, we don't have to do anything yet." Grear
smiled. "I'm going to take a nap." She got up from the chair, taking a few more more
chocolates. "Night." Grear sighed. "It's only 11 am." Peter remarked. "Well, yeah it
seems like everyones on their own schedule this vacation." Grear snapped back.
"Geez." Grear mutters as she walks the familiar flight of stairs to the big bedroom.
"Grear!" Ray shouted to wake her up so he can fill them in just ONCE. "Okay." Grear
grunted as she got up from Peter's bed. Grear sat down on Peter's lap, since there
wasn't a chair for Grear around the small, round dining table. "We all know, our
friend Egon isn't here right now." Ray began. "Why?" Janine worried. "Last night, Egon
got into A car accident in his Chrysler." Ray paused to collect everyone's reaction.
"Egon drives?" Peter asked. "Appareantly." Ray said. "A Chrysler, wow." Grear relaxes
into Peter's chest. "Any concerns?" Ray asks. "Is he okay?" Janine's voice cracked.
"Just a broken arm." Ray sounds firm. "Phew." Winston sighs in relief. "We was working
on something." Winston explains his relief. "Cool." Grear got up from Peter's lap.
"Well, let's get some beer." Grear gets down to the garage where her Jeep is parked.