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The girl, the myth, the memelord.
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It had been three whole days since they left town. Annie, being the Archeologist extraordinaire that she was, was very used to this kind of thing, though her trips usually didn't last more than a week as she traveled from place to place. Neon sat behind her, keeping a lookout for any trouble as he usually does. Neon [i]used[/i] to control the reigns, but the sun shining off of his armor was blinding, so they switched places.

The days followed mostly the same pattern. Travel, eat, sleep. Pretty norm as l all things considered. Fortunately, there was some good news: Donny had been found, and he was alive. Or at least, that's what Simon's robot friend told them. Unfortunately, Simon didn't have the foresight to ask said robot friend to actually [i]bring him back[/i]. But Annie knew she'd probably do the same thing.

By the third day, it looked like they were getting doubts about their traveling route. Or at least, Jules seemed to think so. [color=00aeef][i]"Well, if you're feelin' lost, maybe Neon and I could take look at the map. We're pretty good at that, all things considered."[/i][/color] And they were. For once, this was something Annie was actually better at than Neon. Comes with the territory of being an archeologist, she imagined. Though Neon knew that with Annie at the helm, there would probably be more than a few detours, all in the name of "Oh that looks cool".