It seemed like millions of years until the Evangelist announced when we would make the journey. The plans were made for the next day; we would get in, and then get out.
"What about weapons?" I asked. The Evangelist shrugged.
"Russel and I spoke of it and we have a plan."
"Russel and I spoke of it and we have a plan." I nagged inside my head, Russel and the white figure always spoke together, making plans that I was left out of. It irritated me, how was I to know what to do?
I was sitting outside the Winniebago with the Evangelist, Russel had gone off to get some sleep and there was nothing to really speak of so we just sat side by side and fell silent.
"You should get some sleep, morning will come soon." He murmured. I simply nodded my head and trudged inside the Winnie, casting a backwards glance at the Evangelist. I knew the magnitude of what we were going to attempt to do and I was fearful that we would lose someone.
I lay on Murdoc's bed and closed my eyes, allowing a fitful sleep to take over.
