Mitch stared.

"Get lost!"

Kellen smirked, shouldered the shovel, and turned around to leave.

In the distance, Alana's voice rang out, "Kellen! I called you to fetch a shovel... Where did you run off to..."

Mitch breathed a sigh of relief and slowly drifted towards Susie.

The three-thousand-year-old matter slowly unfolded in the past, and there was nothing that couldn't be overcome.