KailaThe breeze whispered throughout the treetops; the tall grasses around them were dancing with them too. Counting dust, Alicia and I were sitting on the bench by the endless road.

"We've been waiting here for over an hour. Do you really think that the speedy man will go back here?" Alicia asked.

"Of course, I'm sure everyone wants to go back to where they came from, and even you. Have more patience because nothing will happen if you only complain there," I replied.

"Maybe nothing will happen ...