Having just escaped from the crocodile, Garba and Mila are now stuck on the tree that they have climbed.
“what do we do now? I guess since you made me rush into this situation you would at least have a decent plan prepared on what next we should do”. Mila asked inquisitively but to her shock, she caught Garba zoning out into his thoughts, with his blue and brown eyes fixated on the crocodile yet, his attention seem to be somewhere else so much that she was asking him a question but he was not listening to her at all, all buried in his thoughts too deep to hear her.
She broke a small branch from the tree and throw it at him, hitting him on the head and bringing him back to reality, out of his own head and thoughts.
“I don’t suppose you actually have a plan that goes beyond this partic
