He has twins, and he needed to be with his family.

Nobody's doing good. We're all a mess right now. I don't know what to say.

Fred, you next," the plump woman said.
"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"
"Sorry, George, dear."
"Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy and off he went.

I turn around, remembering again that we got made together, cell for cell. We were keeping wach other company when we didn't have any eyes or hands. Before our soul even got delivered.

Her hands flew to her mouth. 'Are we even twins?'
Josh rested his hand on her shoulder and brought his forehead to rest against hers, strands of their blond hair mingling. 'I will always be your brother, Sophie. I will always look after you.

They (VCB) may have needed those vehicles; we just pointed these things out. We wanted to see what the norm was throughout the county. People just need to be aware of what they are doing.