"Shh, I'm thinking."
"Have you come up with anything yet?"
"Almost!"
"How soon is 'almost'?"
"No clue!" Martin replied nonchalantly.
Suddenly, Martin felt a sneaky jab at his waist. "Ouch!" he grimaced and hopped on the spot, instincts kicking in.
As he jumped, something bumped against him from inside his pocket.
"Wait, wait, stop messing around," Martin quickly called out to Aimee.
Aimee withdrew her hand.
Moments later, Martin started hopping again.
Aimee rolled her eyes, baffled by Martin's antics.
Martin hopped once more, but this time, a grin spread across his face.
He finally remembered what was in his pocket.
It was the throwing knife from that creepy guy who attacked him earlier. "Yes!" Martin thought, feeling a rush of hope.
"Hahaha, we're saved now!" Martin was over
