"Right." Famine nodded, understanding the feeling. He often stayed in one place for a few years, but none of them could stand the feeling of being stranded. It was in their natures to be mobile. Famine himself couldn't imagine not relying on his motorcycle for transportation; it had gotten stolen a year or two ago, but he had tracked down the thief quickly and made sure that wouldn't happen again.

"If you need a ride anywhere before then, let me know," Famine added. "Or any sort of favour. I'll do what I can. It's good to be in the same place again."