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Quin's POV

We got to the car, and I load my luggage in the boot, whilst Arthur helped Echo buckle up. We finish almost at the same time, get in the car, and Arthur drives us home, I mean, their home, for now.

"How long is the drive?" I ask, trying to make conversation.

"About two hours and a half at most," he replies.

"That long? And are we just going to sit here without any conversation, or are we going to talk about something fun?" I look at both of them with anticipation.

"I wouldn't porter myself to be a fun person Miss Quin. But I can suggest that you sleep this ride out, and when we get home, I can introduce you to the others after showing you your place of rest."

"Whatever," I mumble, looking outside, holding onto my seat belt.

"Maybe we could play a guessing game?" Echo suggests.

I look at him with excitement, "How do you play it?"

"I will I describe something, and if you get it right, you get to be the one who makes us guess," he explains.

"Well, how about we all just