Moving forward… the only reason Sunny was doing that now was because he had no other choice. He was pretty sure he couldn’t stay back in the city they had just come from - the Ferryman stated as much - and really… he wasn’t making progress.

Not in the way his sister was probably hoping.

But… for this moment at least… he could pretend that they were someplace else. That he hadn’t committed a terrible mistake that tore their family apart… and it was just him and his sister, Sunny being carried like he used to.

The voices were oddly quiet now. Maybe, in a way, this was his sort of understanding.