After an hour or so of listening to the radio and light conversations, another car pulled up into the small clearing. Gilbert opened his door and stepped out of his car, just as his brother stepped out of the other.

"Vest! Vhat zhe hell took you?!" Gilbert called, going over to him as Antonio got out of the car and looked over.

"You had me go to zhe hardvare store, und zhat's not exactly around zhe corner, Gilbert." Ludwig told him, leaning against his car and looking over at the old house they had inherited. "Vhat do you plan to do vizh it?"

Gilbert stopped walking, having gotten over to his brother, and looked up at the house as well.

"Ve're going to make it awesome. Zhe best place in zhe vorld." he paused a moment before asking, a little sheepishly, "You know how to, like, you know, start a business und all, right? You studied zhat or somezhing like it?"

Ludwig nodded. "Ja, I know how." He looked at his older brother. "Vhy?"

"Vell… I con't go around… 'stealing'," he made air quotes around the word, "people, now can I?" he looked back to Ludwig. "But if ve make zhis zhing legal, ve could save zhem from ozher people."

Ludwig thought about it for a moment. "I zhink I can manage to get zhat done legally." He knew his brother must really care about this if he wanted it done the right way. "It's going to need a name if it's going to be like zhat, zhough."

"I know, I know." Gilbert said, waving the matter away. "Zhat comes later. Now ve have to get zhis place ready!"

"Shouldn't we wait until morning?" Antonio asked. Neither German had seen him come over, but both looked at him when he spoke. Gilbert looked up at the sky and saw the cleared space he could see was growing darker.

"…Ja. I suppose ve should. Vhat's keeping Francis zhough?" He looked back down to the earth and looked back at the small dirt path of a road. "He knows vhere zhis place is."

"Maybe you should call him again." Antonio said.

"Vhy don't you?"

"My phone is dead."

"…Oh. I guess I vill zhen." He took out his phone to call Francis when he saw some headlights coming from down the path. "Zhis better be him." he said to no one in particular.

The car pulled up into the clearing. Gilbert easily recognized it as Francis' car. When the Frenchman parked and came out of the car, Gilbert came up to him with a glare.

"Vhat zhe hell took you so long?" Gilbert asked, crossing his arms.

"Zhere was traffic." Francis simply stated. When Gilbert didn't say anything and kept glaring at him, he sighed. "OK, I got a little lost and I 'ad to work overtime." He admitted. Gilbert nodded and backed up some.

"Alright. You could have just called zhough."

"I was working."

"…Right. Vell, ve can't get started until tomorrow morning. Since you two came too late." He gestured to his brother and Francis. "But, zhat's fine. As long as it does get done, zhat is."

"Toni didn't tell me exactly what we were going to do." Francis told him.

"Vhat ve vere going to do." Gilbert looked to Antonio, then to Francis. "OK, ve're going to make zhis old place better. Und bigger. Un awesomer. Und ve're going to save all zhose people being experimented on. It vill be safe here for zhem."

Francis smiled and nodded. "Zhat zounds like a good idea."

"Yes, but we're going to start working on it tomorrow morning." Antonio said, coming over to them.

"Oh ja. Right." Gilbert looked at Francis. "It's getting kind of dark, so…"

"Zo I came out here when I could have come tomorrow." Francis stated, crossing his arms.

"Vhat? Hell no! If you had gone home, zhen ve vould have had to vait for you to get up und get ready und you know how long you can sleep in vhen you're not vorking, und ve need to start vorking on zhis zhing ASAP. Zhere are a lot of people out zhere zhat need to be here."

Francis sighed and nodded. "I suppose you are right." He looked around at the small clearing and his gaze landed on the house. "But we're not spending the night in zhere, are we?" he asked, gesturing to the house.

Gilbert looked back at it, then back to Francis. "No, of course not. Are you crazy? Ve brought sleeping bags so ve're just going to sleep on zhe ground."

Francis looked at him for a minute, deciding if he was serious or not. Deciding he was, he nodded. "Alright. We'll sleep on the ground zhen."

Gilbert smiled and looked over to Ludwig. "Hey, Vest, you brought a sleeping bag, right?"

Ludwig looked over at him. "Ja, und I brought an extra one."

"I'm using it." Francis told them. He wasn't going to sleep on the dirt.

Gilbert laughed his hiss-like laugh. "Of course you're using it. Zhat's vhy ve brought it."

"Fine."

Gilbert nodded. "Come on, Toni. Our stuff's in my car." He started walking towards it. Antonio stayed behind for a moment and looked at the other two.

"Don't you think Gil needs a new car?" he asked them.

Ludwig didn't say anything and went to his car, pretending he thought he was just talking to Francis. Francis looked at him and then to Gilbert's car and shrugged. "That one's really old. Does it run?"

"Not really. It keeps stalling."

" 'E should get a new one. He can just get another Volkswagen."

"That's what I was telling him. He just told me to be quiet and that his car was so gr-" He got cut off when he got hit from behind by a sleeping bag Gilbert threw at him.

"I told you to get over here, didn't I?" Gilbert called to him, smirking as Antonio looked back at him.

"Shut up! Francis agrees with me that you need a new car!" Antonio called back.

Gilbert mocked hurt, a hand over his chest. "Vhat? Und I zhought you vere on my side." He smiled again, and brought his sleeping bag over to a spot between the cars, where Ludwig had already lied out the two he had brought and was sitting on one. Antonio and Francis came over and Antonio lied his own bag down.

"Zo, do we even 'ave a plan?" Francis asked them all as they sat down.

"Vell, I vas figuring ve vould go into zhe house to see vhat needed to be done und if we need to tear anyzhing down or just build supports for it." Gilbert said, looking back to the house. "Ve'll need to knock out a vall zhough to make more space for sure. Who knows how many people ve'll end up having here." He smiled as he imagined how it was going to be.

The others saw Gilbert was lost in thought and didn't disturb him. Francis and Antonio started softly talking about something the three of them had been doing the last week, before they crawled into their sleeping bags and fell asleep. Ludwig was the next to get to sleep an hour or so later when he saw his brother was still occupied.

Eventually, Gilbert got tired and fell asleep with his head in his arms as he sat, facing the old house. And he dreamed of how great he was sure it was going to be.