What's happening, Bee?
I'm moving to Tahsis.
Where is this?
I show him a few pictures. It's about six hours from here. North of Tofino, mostly.
Looks like Norway.
It does, doesn't it? It's the fjords.
The locals won't like you.
I'll buy their affection.
That never works out.
Which house are you looking at?
Something private. As always. I am planning to move again. The Collective has run its course, I fear. We all scatter to our corners, do our own thing, meet up for meals or major moments, and otherwise I think everyone is about to or currently having a midlife crisis. Again.
What will you do there?
Throw pottery and endear myself to the people. Learn to fish properly, without anyone losing an eye.
Ah. Buying a boat?
Of course.
Caleb nods. Want company on your adventure?
No, I want to go alone.
Last time you were alone you went crazy.
Funny, since last time I went crazy I wasn't alone. Nope. I'm good.
What about Lochlan?
He may visit.
Caleb laughs, albeit nervously. What will you eat?
Duh, fish.
Do you even like fish? He laughs, more confident this time.
Not really. Sometimes. Depends.
Maybe you need to find a closer spot.
Maybe I do.
I'll help you look.
No, as I said before, I'm good.