“Sounds good to me,” said Ethan. “I need to get out and about anyway.”
“That's settled then.”
* * *
On their arrival in Tonboot, the boys parked the hearse and clambered out to stretch their weary, cramped, and in Stitches' case, crinkled and near to snapping off, limbs.
“I think we must have taken a wrong turn somewhere,” observed the zombie, looking around. “We seem to have ended up at a genetic dead end.”
They spent an hour or so exploring the town, ostensibly trying to find somewhere to stay, but taking in some of the sites as well. There were plenty of places to eat and drink, gift shops where you could buy souvenirs (Flug picked up a snow globe that had a Christmas scene in it. Well, Ollie had assumed it was supposed to be Yuletide based. Santa was on his knees and his neck was
