What's happening back home, I wonder? Think, when we lived in our own burrows? Dry, soft, warm bodies...
It keeps getting worse and worse wherever we go. Where ARE we going?
It won't be much longer, then we can all rest.
How MUCH longer?
We never should have left.
Suppose Fiver's all wrong?
We want to go back and find out.
Go back? After all we've been through?
And probably get killed for wounding Captain Holly? An Owsla officer? Talk sense, for Frith's sake!
