“We are leaving!” his Aunt called from the doorway. Brian hurried and pulled on some pants and rushed to her side. “Sorry…,” he began. “Now, now. No time for apologies, we don’t want to be late!” He followed her into the car and took a seat; noting the bags in the trunk. “Where are we going Aunt Stacy?” he asked. “You’ll see soon enough,” she said. After a quiet car ride winding through small streets and underused roads,...