Chapter One-Hundred-and-Forty-Nine
After returning to his house, Adam walked past the apple tree in his garden and stopped in front of the well.
“You goin’ down?” Fisher asked him, appearing from out of nowhere. Her sleek carapace and wing-casing had shed pond water all over the garden, leading a trail back around the side of the building.
“Were you planning on following me?” he asked.
“Not particularly,” she replied. “I just wanted to check if you wanted to buy a fishing rod.”
“What would be the point of that?” he responded, genuinely wanting to know.
“Well, you could fish and bring back whatever you caught to me. It might be a good way to blow off some steam, perhaps?”
“In the Stages where monsters want to kill me and my team?”
“Yeah.”
Adam laughed. “And how much would it cost me?”