'Hannah, our parents are thankfully dankly dead! Tomorrow, the void is giving them many awards and rewards for their careless deeds, even though we are not here for them.', Sylvia chuckles in a dark manner.
'Dear, I'm sick of you talking like that, even though you are the way you do and think.', Hannah frowns. She is in the boat alone and is rowing towards the Nile within years.
Hannah left Sylvia behind in the savannah, only with fruit, veggies and bugs to eat, as well as boiled water to drink.