'So far out there' was a matter of opinion. Gabriel, for his part, was giggling silently in his seat, one hand over his mouth and trying to turn them from giggles into something else. Words, maybe. "Too bad," he managed after a moment, swallowing his amusement to sit up, arrange a deadpan look on his face, and point outside the window. "There's one just there."

It wasn't, after all, his fault the rest of them were blind in comparison. Even though technically speaking it wasn't eyes he was using to 'see' the fly in question. "Betcha it's a telephone pole."

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"Nothin' wrong with walkin'," Dad said, ambling along at a steady but relaxed pace. The way he held his bears, it was almost like they were kids themselves. "Rushin' about like a chicken with your head cut off ain't no fun. Ever been to the kid's ward in a hospital, lad?"

The question, as with many of God's comments, undoubtedly seemed right out of the blue.