Anastasia dissolved her thoughts, and the Magic Mecha Doll collapsed, its parts scattering everywhere.
Wayne felt a pang in his heart, deeply unsettled, seeing William and Philomena both somewhat disheartened, he cracked a couple of Hell jokes with a big grin.
Anyway, a trip to Highway 114 was in order, as long as the Cushin couple was still around, William would surely pull himself together.
Three shadows moved along the highway, against a backdrop of billowing smoke from the apocalyptic wasteland.
This world had no future.
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Highway 114.
Wayne jumped up and draped his arm over William's shoulder, the two of them going back and forth, exchanging their proudest Hell jokes.
At first glance, William seemed to have perked up.
But he hadn't.
He knew Wayne was worried about him and was hiding his grief, greeting him only with a smile.