“Mr. Vash, where’s your brother?” Millie asked as they rode through the dessert. “Didn’t I tell you two? He’s an apple tree now, we could visit sometime if you’d like.” Vash answered with a nervous smile before digging through his bag. “That reminds me, he wanted me to give you this but made me promise not to peek, here.” He handed over a sealed envelope. Meryl tore it open, read the contents out loud, and responded with her usual bout of rage. “I hope he gets termites!” she screamed, nearly falling off her thomas while Millie tried to calm her.