Gwen woke with a start. She hadn’t even realized she’s fallen asleep until they’d hit a bump. Gwen looked up to see Max and Verdona sitting in the front talking softly. Verdona’s arms were holding something. No doubt it was Hex… Hex… Gwen froze as memories came back to her.
Hex and the Fountain of Youth was all coming back to her. Why were the others so calm about this? Surely they’d figured this out too? Gwen stood up and walked to the front of the Rustbucket. Verdona smiled at her, “How are you feeling, Honey?” Gwen scrunched her noise. Verdona called her Gwendolyn or Sweetie. Never anything else.
She smiled and played along, “I’m feeling fine. Are we almost to Washington?” Max nodded.
“Sure are, Dear.” never! He always called her Gwen. Max wouldn’t call her any stupid pet names. She knew that better then anyone.