“Well, I suppose that’s it.” Duenna said solemnly.

“Yeah,” Agony said, reaching for another cigarette, “That’s it.”

“Not a bad session, as they go.” Thesis said, then he turned to Agony, “That was some of your worst acting yet though. Someone else should be the stranger next time.”

“Hey! I thought I did pretty good!” Agony said, “I even threw in a brother for Sequel!”

“That was much appreciated,” Motif said through bouts of hyperventilation, “That accent was shit though.”

“Accents are fun! And if she sounds just like I do it breaks the whole fucking thing!” Agony fumed, re-lighting her cigarette.

“That may be so, but must you speak in that breathy little voice? It’s so grating!” Duenna complained.

“Oh, shut the fuck up Duenna! Shut the fuck up all of you!” Agony crossed her arms and tapped her foot testily.

“One last thing,” Thesis said, ignoring Agony’s groan, “What is it with you and slender women? It seems as if every other stranger you give us is a slender woman. Why?”

“You're the psychologist, you figure it out.” Agony said in deadpan.

“Well, It’s getting late, we might as well go to our tents.” Duenna said, getting up.

“Yeah, why not?” Agony said and left as well. Thesis put some more wood on the fire, so it wouldn’t go out while they slept, and followed suit. Motif tapped Sequel on the shoulder.

“Hey, it’s time to go to bed, come on, let’s go.” He quietly instructed. After another moment, Sequel stood up, and followed Motif robotically to their tent. The fire crackled, unwatched, as The Group slid into their ramshackle sleeping quarters and gave in to sleep.