When he got through, he immediately called on his Uncle Arthur inside the van. "Uncle, come down and ride with me on my black motorcycle so we could already go to your house."
          Zandro rode first and his uncle on the back facing West. Throughout their travel, Arthur remained mysteriously quiet. Uncle Arthur seems so serious, it must be so important for him and probably for me too, Zandro thought.

          "It's good my wife and my children are watching movies at the mall. Probably, they'll go to a Fast food afterwards and they won't be able to come home early. We'll have enough time to sit down and talk, Zandro."

          "Is your place just near Uncle Arthur, huh?"

          "In about twenty minutes maybe and we will reach my house."

           Zandro and Arthur remained so quiet during the entire trip to Arthur's house.