"Softy, I'm having some trouble understanding why you'd go to such lengths to fake your death when you could have just divorced Dusty.""Dusty would have been so heartbroken if I told her I couldn't stand to live with her."
"But think how devastated she must be to believe that you are dead. And she might be starving to death without any water or heat. You said that she is too strange to be able to work at a job."
"Well, I am worrying about her."
"Worry does not feed the stomach. We need to go to Dustland right now and make sure she is alright."
"But what if she is not. What can we do?"
"We need to take care of her. Somehow?"
"But how?"
"There is only one way. But before we get to that, let's see what the facts are. We'll leave tomorrow for Dustland and we'll only sell enough pillows along the way for gas and a little food. Agreed, partner?"
"Agreed!"
