Two sessions of sitting in a cramped bus have shown me that this is not how I want to run, so I've gone and collected a car from one of Al(x)ne's garages. By the way, to whoever is running things in this state now, don't be too hard on the caretaker of said garage. In fact, you may want to have the bump on his head looked at.
I'm off to drop off Clyde's keepsakes to Clarice. It looks like I may meet Pete and Ron yet again as well.
Sory, but I couldn't come with you in the beginning, Pete. Too risky to have too many people traveling together. It's wise to keep numbers down to one or two.