Everyone seemed so calm, which didn't sit well with the fifteen-year-old boy who was mentally planning his own funeral and subsequent burial at the moment. Didn't any of them worry about their families? Or at the very least, what their families might think? At least one of the gentleman looked old enough to have a toddler or two...

"That doesn't answer my question," he whined. "Does anyone know where we're going? They didn't bother to tell me!" (Either that or he'd been completely out of it when they said so. He'd more or less had his attention fully fixated on the bone he thought was going to pop out any moment now.)

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