'We' are still alone" the guy states, ever fearful.
"Indeed. Not a single sound out there"
"Funny" one remarks.
"You keep saying things like that"
"I know I do"
"Well stop Frank, it's annoying me now"
"Sorry" Frank replies, rather upset with his ways.
"It's okay, I'm just agitated" the other man informs Frank.
"Why? What's wrong? Nothing usual gets you this way Benny" Frank claims, knowing Benny all too well.
"Because, it's worrying" Benny replies, his words sounding as they should.
"No sound bothers you?" Frank asks, rather unsure as to Benny's answer.
"No, but it startles me Frank" Benny explains, brushing some leaves off from his body.
"I don't see why!"
"Well these streets are usually bustling by now, as we heard right?" Benny says, reminding Frank of what they were both told not too long ago by an elderly woman who lived in the Town.
"The day is different, what more is there to it?" Frank replies, clearly not bothered by the silence.
"Maybe much more, maybe much more"...