He slept almost the entire next day.
On Monday, he hired a car and drove down south to visit his parents. His friends were back at work so he wouldn’t have seen much of them anyway, and knowing he’d be back with them in four and a half days made his time in the country bearable.
Mungalup was a small town of approximately two thousand people. It sat in a gently sloping valley. A small stream ran through the centre, cutting it almost in half, while the main highway dissected it lengthways, dividing the town into four neat quarters. The district high school sat on a ridge overlooking the town. It was a place Brandon couldn’t care less if he never saw again.