“Are we there yet? How long are we going to walk?” I can’t help but voice out my complaint. We have been walking for a while now and we are also far from the town, but we are still walking endlessly. I don’t even know our exact location, since I haven’t been outside the town and I don’t know much about this highway. Gabriel, he wanted me to call him like that, separated us when we reached the town. He said that he needed to go somewhere, so I didn’t stop him at all. That was almost forty minutes ago. “We’re almost there,” Miniel said. Almost, how many times did I hear that word from him? Third time? Or is it fourth? Maybe five? I think I lost count. Despite that, we didn’t have to stop walking. We still haven’t arrived at wherever that place is. That almost of his haven’t come. Walkin

