walking between the raindrops, riding the aftershock beside you
off into the sunset, living like there's nothing left to lose
chasing after gold mines, crossing the fine lines we knew
hold on and take a breath, i'll be here every step
walking betwee...
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Isis didn't want to wait. She needed to know if she was right about the lighthouse. If it was the next step in their research.
So, after a short relaxing break, she urged her friends to get in the van, and sat on the passenger seat-- by popular request. John B got behind the wheel.
They drove for a few minutes. Isis and John B seemed to be the only ones that actually believed in what they were doing. While Isis didn't care much, John B was pretty annoyed.
"I mean, it's obvious, right? A family heirloom? What better place to hide a message?"
She nodded in agreement.
"He had to know it was going to get back to me, right?"
"Totally," replied Isis.
"Yeah... maybe it's possible," added Kie.
"It could also be possible that you're concocting wild theories to help... you know--"
"Pope?" cut John B.
"--deal with your sad feels," he finished anyway.
"Okay, that's not right," said Isis with weariness.
"Bro, you know how I process my sad feels..." teased JJ. "Dank nugs and the stickiest of ickies, that's how I do it."
"I'm not concocting, okay?" John B insisted. "My dad's trying to give me a message."
"If it helps you believe, John B..." comforted Kie.
"Look, I- I don't need a therapy session, okay?! I'm not tripping out!"
JJ shrugged.
"It's okay to trip, bro, but-"
"Look, my- my dad is missing, okay?? Missing," he supported. "You don't know what it's like to have the person closest to you vanish... and then have no idea what happened. Just... wake up every morning wondering."
