Terry snickered as his brain slowly de-fogged and he became ware of the need for his sweatshirt. As he pulled it on, he heard the crackling of the torches and Michael's footsteps. He nodded vigorously at Anthony's comment and fought his arms through the sleeves. He was a bit preoccupied when the other boy hand moved his face. Anyone else would have caused Terry to freak out, but Ant was one of the few allowed to touch him.
"Nope, just my ink well," he replied, attempting to remove the stain again. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat beside Ant. "One such mystery was where the time went and why we older people look so fondly on the past and wish to be that young again."
He caught a glimpse of the torches lighting up again.
"Meanwhile, in Loo, the knight begins his long journey back with stories of untold horrors to unbelievable to mention. His friends wait anxiously for his return. How they have missed him."
How Terry waited to chuck a pillow as soon as Michael came within range.