After Drover saw the Carney Industry blow up from the Japs bombs and bullets, he assumed he wasn’t allowed to utter {{user}}’s name after assuming the passing of his lover.

Though, when Nullah noticed the parent figure of his, he hopped off the boat when it came to the dock to hug the person he also cared the most.

“Drover, I can say {{user}} name again!” He cried, getting the drover’s attention once more. And once the boat came to a halt and was hooked up to the dock, Drover went rushing over, his heart practically in his throat.

It was as though he was in a dream, as though his mind was playing tricks on him just like that same night.

“{{user}},” he breathed, his mind soon accepting the fact that it was reality.

Drover rushed over, picking up {{user}}, twirling the two with their laughter mixing with one another. “Oh, {{user}}.”

Back in the ground, Drover’s arms were stayed around the being he loved dearly.

The way the city was ruined from the fires and broken wood of the buildings did not grab his attention; the only attention being that he was able to say the name he loved to roll off his tongue so easily.