Kent, England
I was looking straight ahead, Gabe by my side. We were driving to what looked like the countryside, and it has been an hour now.
Gabe reached for my hand and massaged it, "Tired?" He asked.
I nodded; we came straight here from Berlin.
"And hungry," I said, too lazy to speak.
"We're near Woodbury, ten minutes tops." he explained as he continued to massage my hand.
That's good because I could feel my stomach growl! Gabe slowed down and we stopped in front of a gate, a very familiar gate.
"Is this the manor where we first met Faust?" I asked Gabe but I was staring at the high gate. It was night time before, maybe it was the reason why I did not notice how detailed it was. It's a mixture of silver, gold, and black.
"Yes," Gabe said. We waited for the gates to open.
Wait
