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You nod. "Okay but what if there's no bear in there now, but one comes later? Then you're in a bit of a Goldilocks situation."
"Well Goldilocks was fine at the end of the story, I will be too," he reassures you.
"Well Goldilocks had stairs to run down before she went out the front door. Bears aren't good with stairs," you point out. "No stairs in a cave."
"Then I guess it's really not a Goldilocks situation, is it?" Mills snaps.
"Well, it is a bit. Just y'know... sans stairs."
"I'll be fine, Slim."
"Do you want me to bring you some supplies?" you offer. "Like a tent and a flashlight maybe? Beef jerky to throw in the other direction for when the bears come?"
"No thanks. Just-"
You cut him off by putting your hand on his shoulder. "I'd really feel better if I just brought you some bear mace."
"Just go get the yacht!" he yells.
"And then what? Sail it to this cave?"
He exhales a long, slow breath. "Once you have the yacht, come and get me. Okay?"
"Alright," you agree.
"I know you want to get back to heaven and all, so I'll try my best not to die," Mills says as he retreats into the cave.
Truthfully, you kinda forgot about getting back to heaven for a second there. You just wanted Mills to be safe. Is it so hard to believe that you don't want a kid to get eaten by bears without an ulterior motive?

You voyage back through the woods to the cemetery. The sun has risen, it's early morning now. You can hear birds sing greetings to one another. You whistle a tune with them as you walk towards the marina. You suppose you should come up with a plan.

How are you going to steal a yacht?

A) Through bargaining.
B) Through intimidation.
C) Through violence.
D) Don't steal one at all, just ask a yacht captain if he'll give Mills a ride.
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You don't have to put my thighs in the microwave.