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Jacky and White Wolf squirmed out of the caves and back to average land as they had been before.
"Well, that was all odd." Jacky commented.
"Very odd." White Wolf responded.
"Very odd." Jacky repeated.
The two stood for a minute and looked around.
"So... wanna check out the caves?" White Wolf asked.
"Hell yes." Jacky replied, jumping back down into the hole.
The pair walked aimlessly about for a bit, Jacky searching his pockets for the joint, and lighting it.
"As I said before, I didn't think you were the type." White Wolf commented.
"Not my fault no one ever asked." Jacky commented with a smirk and a toke. "Besides, I don't do it as much anymore. But now... it just feels right."
"I take it you're a Pink Floyd kind of guy?"
"How'd ya guess?"
The two walked on with no sense of direction for a while before encountering the Hitcher's room again.
"Well hey, lookit that." Jacky commented. "It's the Hitcher's accordion."
Jacky picked up the fanciful instrument and examined it.
"Where did you get an accordion?" a voice asked. They turned around and saw that it was Molly.
"The Hitcher-- did we tell you about the Hitcher?" White Wolf began.
"I heard enough about him." Molly commented.
"Well he used this to knock us all out. Musically."
Molly noticed Jacky smoking.
"Where did you get that?" she asked.
"I've been saving it for 3 million years!" he remarked before blowing out a puff of smoke.
Molly rolled her eyes. "Where are the others?" she asked.
Jacky shrugged as he played with the accordion. "I dunno. I think they're nearby. Alex might be. Not sure."
"Alex." Molly repeated awkwardly.
"Mmhm. Alex." Jacky repeated, half paying attention.
"Play the Star Wars theme." White Wolf told Jacky.
"I think he fancies me." Molly said.
Jacky looked up.
"What, seriously?" he asked.
"He tried to get with me, anyway."
Jacky and White Wolf looked at each other.
"Alex?" Jacky asked. "Can he...?"
"I suppose he could, if he..." White Wolf replied.
"But he's so..."
"I know what you mean. But, you know..."
Molly eyed them oddly.
"Sorry." Jacky said to her. "He just never seemed the type. I'm a bit surprised."
"Well, did you say yes?" White Wolf said.
"Of course not!" Molly responded with shock.
A bit of silence emptied the room.
"Don't you have anything else to say?" she asked, finally.
"Not really. I don't know much about anyone around here apart from vague ideas about what they're like, and I don't know much of anything about Alex. Not sure he likes me very much." Jacky responded.
"Well you're not an easy one to categorize yourself, Mr. Kong!" White Wolf commented. "I mean, you never seemed the type to listen to Pink Floyd or smoke ganja, and I never expected you to be such a big horror movie fan."
"Yeah!" Molly replied. "And if you're a stoner, then why's your hair so short? Don't most stoners grow it out?"
Jacky groped his head and remembered that he had shaved it what feels so long ago. He felt very suddenly self conscious.
"He doesn't like to talk about it." White Wolf answered.