She pouted a little, that was not an answer. But she soon lit up again with a chuckle, "I should keep a record of all our doings. Then I can write a book of my own!" The last thing on Estelle's mind was home. She was living in the moment, the future could wait for her to get there.

She looked at the ceiling in silent for a little while, "By the way, Mr. Raven, where are we headed to from here?"