In the years that Pip had know Damien, things had been good. His accent had faded, he had made friends at school, and Damien had admited to loving leaned back in his seat, and let his head fall to the side to look at Damien. The Anti-Christ was taking him somewhere. He faintly realized he hadn't even bothered to ask where they were going. He trusted Damien. Smiling to himself, Pip settled down and waited for Damien to tell him they were there.
-For Jinx