I scratched my head. "Marlow?" I walked through the tall grass and into the clearing they'd cut away. A few camp stools were propped up and a stood around the crackling fire. "Holy shit, Marlow."
Marlow stood up and turned to me. He took his mask off and held his arms up. "What's up brother? Long time no see!"
I licked my lips and looked to the man with the guitar. He bore a long beard and a perfectly blue patch on his chest. "York?"
York looked up to me. "Hey man."