Goku was snoring loud enough that Sanzo could pretend not to hear anything from the next room.
Fuck'em.
Exhausted, he pulled the sutra off and stretched.
The wind in the trees was no longer an impending storm, it was a distant ocean, with golden sand and clear, high skies that he could walk beneath, alone or not, as he so chose. Walking was a joy, not a chore, when every step was like walking on grass…
Cursing under his breath, Sanzo flung the sutra back around his shoulders, lit another cigarette, and glared out the window at the approaching stormclouds.