It's all one flower.

My father parked his car all ten meters in front of the square.

I say over Roark's shoulder with the engine running.

"That's tough"

"Well. I was in Topoli, so I'm glad to hear it. Scattered."

"Which way are we going?

"It's Cravel. I'm on my way to deliver flour and bread."

"We are going to buy vegetables in a village on the way and go through the gates during the evening truce time"

Another man of the land people rose up and came here. Someone a little older than the driver and with a calm atmosphere.

The elderly lake people keep their hands on the boy's shoulders and turn their complex faces from the square to the loch.

"Are you...?

"I'm on my way to evacuate to Rachka."

My father answered as he grabbed Roark's shoulder and pulled him into the car.

The man nods smaller than the two faces with his lake-water-colored eyes, whining with a voice containing sympathy.

"It's tough"

"We found our son who was living apart, and the whole family was safely aligned..."

"I have a place to live, so it's okay. Are your uncles staying at Cravel tonight?

"Yep. We're leaving tomorrow morning at truce time."

"Boy, I'm glad you made it through the gate.... The North Gate finally got casualties among its citizens after a flashy dong."

The driver also came and said with an indelible face of joy, recounting his expression of war.

"We left the Returning Refugee Center, went through Shu (Hiragi) Street, headed towards the office district, and exited through the northwest gate. I went straight northeast for a bit and came through the path between the village and the field from the path directly north of the capital. The office district was protected by government soldiers with guns, so the store was a little open, and there were a lot of people going to the office and shopping, walking."

The two outside heard Roark roll (round) and stand again and again.

The idling stop mechanism works and the engine stops.

"Thanks, kid. That route is safe today. Radio is slow to find out."

"That's right. Only FM Cravel was protected by government forces, but they're just playing the same records all the time except for news time..."

Roark quickly circled only his eyes and signaled them both.

The driver startles me.

"Huh? Didn't all the broadcasters get taken over by the Nemus Liberation Army?

"Only one station is safe. There are only three gates, Northwest, True West and True South are safe, but the traffic is quite... In fact, it took me over two hours to leave the center before 8: 00 this morning and exit the Northwest Gate"

"Right. It's worse than it was yesterday."

Let the driver snort at his gavel, and Roark tells his father he won't let him talk.

"A friend of mine asked someone at the bureau about some fishermen coming and going between Nenia and Nemoralis to carry people, but they want to get a great price..."

"Heh... I didn't know that. Has your friend left the capital by boat yet?

The driver listens in a gentle voice.

My father's fingers tiptoed the steering wheel in frustration, but Roark rolled his hand against the window frame again.

"No, I'm still at the Returning Refugee Center. Today or tomorrow... When I'm done reissuing my ledger and ID, they're moving to your father's company's house near the West Gate..."

"Does reissuing take so long"

I feel sorry for the other man.

"I was able to get a citizenship card or something right away, but it seems like the technician's certificate takes a while. So, the three sisters, your father drove to pick them up yesterday, and they went to the office."

"Spicy to be separated from your family."

The driver weeps and sips up his nose.

Roark pointed the water at a man a little older than the driver.

"I have another friend of the people of the lake, and he said that when he gets his ID, he's going to Rachka..."

"In the city of Racica, the influx of refugees and deteriorating road conditions tend to delay the arrival of raw vegetables and other products, but so far there has been no noticeable confusion"

My father should know, but he stopped tapping the handle with his fingers and hammered to the point where he didn't bother.

"Really? Rachika is peaceful, isn't she?"

"Yep. The price is slightly higher, but the store is open almost as usual."

The man nodded his eyes at the colour of the lake water towards the driver's seat.

The truck driver puts out his right hand, and Roark grips that hand firmly.

"See you, master."

The driver held Roark's hand back firmly and slapped him on the shoulder to encourage him.

Roark burns his plumpness and strength firmly into his heart, and snorts in tears that seem to spare him.

When my father hung the engine back up, they stopped at the end of the road.

"Thank you for letting me know how Rachika is doing. You can go with confidence."

"Thank you for sharing this with us."

My father thanked the driver and stepped on the accelerator.

Roark couldn't say anything and rode himself out the window and kept waving until he couldn't see them.

... Captain, Mr. Medvege, Mr. Morph, Mr. Agoni... Goodbye.

I can't imagine where and how we could have met again, but if Agoni, the funeral parlor of the people of the lake, was with us, the three star road prostitutes would be fine first.

Anyway, I was just glad they got a safe route and a message from everyone at the mobile dealership.