Basil pondered on the question, inwardly relieved for a conversation, and replied, "I doubt much has changed. My dad is probably being yelled at for there not being enough water, repairing people's appliances, just doing his best to keep the general maintenance going on his own." He wrapped his arms around his knees, resting his chin on them. "I feel a little bad for leaving him to do it all himself. But...hopefully this will make up for it in the end." A part of him also missed working with his father; he was the only family he had left, after all. And despite being berated constantly by the other townspeople for all of the water problems, he knew that it'd been a load off his father's shoulders. He was getting old; he just couldn't handle that stress on top of everything else.
	He tried to think of others, but honestly, bringing Jace with him was like bringing half of his home, as well. It was tough talking to the other people, for multiple reasons. Doc Thurston had been an almost-friend to his father at times, especially after Basil had almost died from radiation sickness, but it was seldom that they spoke with each other beyond necessity. People had to trust the only doctor in the town, and considering that they didn't trust his father, becoming friends with him would make that a more difficult task than actually curing people of the ailments that plagued them every day.