[Wally doesn't say anything more and speeds up a little so they can make it to the mountains before too late. He slows down around the sharp, curving roads and hugs the side of the mountain as they pass under giant crumbling shelves streaked with quartz and granite.
They reach an overlook barren of cars and Wally finally stops, a little out of breath as he sets Robin back down on his feet. The breeze is cool and Wally closes his eyes against it, walking right over to the railing to lean against the wooden fence. Moonlight spills over the dark firs blanketing the side of the mountain, highlighting a small river winding between the peaks in silver.]
It's weird. I wonder how many times we've actually been to this place? If we don't remember when we go back and sometimes we don't even remember when we come back here...
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They reach an overlook barren of cars and Wally finally stops, a little out of breath as he sets Robin back down on his feet. The breeze is cool and Wally closes his eyes against it, walking right over to the railing to lean against the wooden fence. Moonlight spills over the dark firs blanketing the side of the mountain, highlighting a small river winding between the peaks in silver.]
It's weird. I wonder how many times we've actually been to this place? If we don't remember when we go back and sometimes we don't even remember when we come back here...