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They'd been on the road for a few hours now, and John still had not woken up. Dusk had fallen and all Floyd could focus on was taking care of his oldest brother, who still lay unresponsive on the couch. A while ago, Floyd had removed John's glove, jacket, and goggles, placed them on a table nearby, and put a blanket over his brother to help keep him warm and make him more comfortable.
Luckily, John had trained Rhonda to steer without needing someone to drive her as long as she had a scent or destination to follow. Because of this, Floyd was able to spend his time watching over John.
Looking out one of the windows, Floyd sadly watched the scenery pass by as they traveled along the road; the rhythmic movement of the mobile home and soft padding of Rhonda's feet a stark contrast to the silence that lingered inside.
Turning away from the window, he redirected his attention to John. With every passing minute, Floyd's concern and worry for John only deepened. Over the past few hours, he had begun to look paler, and his breathing became shallow. He had one arm resting on his chest while the other dangled over the edge, and Floyd made sure to support his head using pillows. He had tried to get John to wake up many times, but Floyd had received no response or reaction so far. Reaching out a hand, Floyd gently brushed some of John's hair, the touch meant to reassure both of them that they would get through this together, even if John was unaware of the gesture.
Looking into his brother's still face, he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt wash over him. If only he had been more cautious and prepared…if only he had seen the danger lurking in the shadows. Then maybe, just maybe, John wouldn't have gotten hurt trying to protect him.
But dwelling on the past wouldn't change their reality. They were on their way to Bruce's home, where John could hopefully receive further help. Floyd's thoughts raced ahead, envisioning Bruce's reaction when he saw John's condition. Would he blame Floyd for what happened? Would he be angry or understanding?
Floyd knew John should have awoken by now. He was beginning to think his brother may have fallen into a coma, as he would have woken up hours ago if he had been in a simple state of unconsciousness. Floyd knew unconsciousness usually only lasted a few seconds or minutes, but John had been out longer than that. If this were the case, what scared Floyd the most was not knowing when his brother would wake. Comas could last for hours to days, weeks, months, or even years. And some never wake up…
Floyd shook his head, banishing the worries and fears that clouded his mind. John would wake up; right now, all that mattered was getting him the help he needed. Looking back out the window, he tried to make out any signs of the ocean, as he knew Bruce lived on an island, but it was hard to tell where they were going as it was dark outside.
Despite his efforts to remain calm, Floyd felt the weight of responsibility bearing down on him. He was the second youngest, the one who was supposed to look up to his older brothers for guidance and protection. Yet here he was, traveling through the night with the weight of his oldest brother's safety resting solely on his shoulders.
But as Floyd stole another glance at John, he knew he wouldn't have it any other way. They were family, bound together by an unbreakable brotherly bond. And no matter what challenges lay ahead, Floyd was determined to see them through, one step at a time.
A faint sound caught his attention as Floyd sat there, lost in his thoughts and worries. It was a low groan, barely audible amidst the patterning of Rhonda's feet and the wind outside. Floyd's heart leaped in his chest as he turned his gaze back to John, who was stirring faintly on the couch.
"John?" Floyd asked, his voice a mixture of hope and concern as he kneeled beside his brother, watching for any signs of consciousness in his brother's movements.
John's eyelids fluttered weakly, his brow furrowing in discomfort. He let out another groan, this one louder than before, accompanied by a slight shift in his position.
"Floyd…" John's voice was barely a whisper, hoarse and strained. Floyd's eyes widened with relief at the sound of his brother's voice, even if it was weak and barely audible.
"I'm here, John," Floyd said, gently grasping John's hand. "Can you hear me?"
John's response was a faint nod, his eyes still closed as if it took immense effort just to acknowledge Floyd's presence.
Floyd's concern deepened as he noticed the sheen of sweat on John's forehead and how his breathing seemed to labor with each inhale. Putting the back of his hand on John's forehead, he noticed he was beginning to burn up with a fever. Glancing around the mobile home, Floyd searched for anything he could use to help his brother.
"Give me one second," Floyd told John, getting up to quickly retrieve a wet cloth to put on his brother's head to help reduce his body temperature.
As he worked, Floyd couldn't shake the feeling of dread that lingered in the pit of his stomach. What if John's injuries were worse than they appeared? What if he needed more than just basic first aid?
Pushing aside his fears, Floyd focused on the task at hand, determined to do whatever it took to help his brother. With trembling hands, he assessed John's condition, carefully checking for any further signs of injury he may have missed.
"John?" Floyd asked to get his brother's attention, his voice trembling slightly as he looked into his brother's pale face.
This time, John's response was stronger, his eyes fluttering open as he tried to focus on Floyd's face.
"Floyd…" John's voice was stronger now, though still laced with pain. "What happened?"
Floyd hesitated, scared of the fact that John couldn't remember. But then he took a deep breath and reminded himself that it was probably normal for someone to be confused after waking up from a coma. Though he was unsure how much to tell his brother, as he didn't want to stress him out. But as he looked into John's eyes, filled with confusion and slight fear, he knew he shouldn't keep the truth from him.
"We were attacked," Floyd said quietly, his voice catching in his throat. "You…you were hurt trying to protect me."
At his words John nodded slowly in understanding, moving his gaze to stare up at the ceiling.
"Do you…remember?" Floyd asked, worried for the answer.
John's brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to piece together the events that led to his current state. Memories flickered in his mind like distant stars in the night sky, fragments of images and sensations that refused to merge together for him to make sense of everything.
"I…I remember parts of it…" John said, his voice distant and gaze unfocused as he struggled to recall the details. "There were…shadows…and a hand. Then…nothing."
Floyd felt a pang of guilt at John's words as he was reminded of the danger they had faced and the price his brother had paid to keep him safe. But amidst the guilt, he also felt a profound sense of gratitude and love toward his brother.
"You saved me, John Dory," Floyd said softly, his voice thick with emotion.
John turned his head to look at Floyd, his expression a mixture of exhaustion and determination. "I'd do it again," he said, his voice firm. "I don't regret it, Floyd. Not for a second."
Floyd's eyes welled with tears as he reached out to grasp John's hand, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude for his brother. "Thank you, John," he whispered. "Thank you for being there for me."
John squeezed Floyd's hand tightly, a silent reassurance passing between them. They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their shared experience hanging heavy in the air.
"I'm sorry, John," Floyd said after a moment, his voice once again trembling with emotion. "I'm sorry that you got hurt because of me."
John shook his head, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Don't be," he said softly. "I'd do anything to protect you, Floyd. You're my brother, and that's more important to me than anything else."
Floyd felt a lump form in his throat at John's words, the depth of his love and devotion almost overwhelming. "I love you, John," he said, his voice filled with warmth.
"I love you too, Floyd," John replied, his voice barely above a whisper as his eyes shut once more as he slipped back into unconsciousness, leaving Floyd alone with his thoughts and fears again.
But this time, Floyd refused to let himself be consumed by despair. As he sat beside John, still holding his hand, Floyd knew that as long as they had each other, they could overcome any obstacle that stood in their way.
After readjusting John's pillows and rewetting the cloth on his brother's head, Floyd got up and went to the back of the mobile home where a second couch was, giving Floyd a bed to rest in as the night wore on.
Hours later, Floyd was awoken by the sun's early rays shining through the windows, causing him to yawn and stretch as he sat up. Looking out the window, he was filled with anticipation and excitement about reaching Vacay Island. He knew they would arrive sometime today, the landscape outside glowing in the morning's light as Rhonda continued her steady journey toward their destination.
Going over to check on John, Floyd felt a pang of worry twist in his chest. His brother still lay on the couch, pale and unresponsive, with a persistent fever that refused to break. Despite his efforts to cool John down with the wet cloth, his temperature remained stubbornly high, causing Floyd to feel a surge of frustration at being unable to ease his brother's suffering.
Gently placing a hand on John's forehead, Floyd frowned at the lingering heat radiating from his brother's skin. John's breathing was shallow and labored, his face creased in discomfort even in his unconscious state. Floyd knew they needed to reach Bruce's home as soon as possible.
After readjusting the blanket and ensuring John was as comfortable as possible, Floyd made his way to the front of the mobile home, taking hold of the steering wheel to help Rhonda guide them toward their destination. As the morning sun rose higher in the sky, Floyd's thoughts remained centered on his brother's well-being, praying silently for a swift recovery.
Meanwhile, on Vacay Island, Bruce was busy running his restaurant alongside Brandy, the sound of his customer's and friends' laughter and conversations filling the air. While excitement and anticipation filled Bruce as he knew his brothers were on their way, he couldn't shake the nagging worry that something might have happened while in Mount Rageous. After all, no one knew when the twins planned to capture Floyd. He could only hope they made it out okay.
As the hours passed, Bruce kept a watchful eye on the sun's position in the sky to keep track of what time of day it was. He longed to see his brothers again, even though it had been a little over a day since he last saw them. Since returning back home, Bruce had spent most of his time playing with his kids, helping Brandy out with their business, surfing, and telling his family about some of his favorite memories with his brothers. As his children and wife were about to meet two of his brothers, he only thought it appropriate to share some good experiences with them and put his brothers in a good light before their arrival.
Finally, as the sun was just beginning to set in the west, Bruce heard from outside a familiar growling-purring sound that he knew to be Rhonda from watching the movies. Running outside to greet his brothers, a wide smile of relief spread across his face at the sight of John's mobile home.
As Floyd exited Rhonda, Bruce ran over to give his brother a tight hug, overjoyed to see that he was safe and alright. Pulling away from the hug, Bruce's joyous expression was immediately replaced with concern and confusion as he took in Floyd's worried state.
"Floyd? What's wrong?" Bruce asked, then noticed John had not yet come outside. "Where's John?"
Not being able to respond, Floyd could only look sadly at Bruce before turning his head to look in the direction of Rhonda.
Understanding and worry filled Bruce as he understood what Floyd was implying. He had been right to worry…something had happened…Running inside, Bruce momentarily froze at the sight of his older brother lying motionless on the couch. Rushing forward, he knelt beside his brother, his heart sinking at the sight of John's pale, feverish face. At the sound of footsteps, Bruce turned to see Floyd had followed him inside, both of them having the same worrisome expressions on their faces.
"Floyd, what happened?" Bruce asked, his voice laced with worry as he turned to his younger brother for answers.
Floyd met Bruce's gaze, his own eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and regret. "Velvet happened," was all Floyd had to say for Bruce to understand.
Bruce's breath caught in his throat at Floyd's words, his fears confirmed. Clenching his jaw, he fought to contain the surge of hatred toward Velvet that enveloped him. Pressing his hand to John's head, Bruce confirmed his worry that his brother had a fever.
"Is he going to be okay?" Floyd asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Bruce shook his head, his expression pained. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice cracking with emotion.
"Should we bring him inside?"
"No. It would be best if he stayed in here where we can better manage his temperature and fever. It's cooler in here, and it'd be best if we didn't try to move him too much," Bruce responded, his protective instincts kicking in. "Floyd, I need to know what happened so I can help John."
Taking a deep breath, Floyd went to sit next to his two brothers and began telling Bruce what happened while in Mount Rageous. As Floyd talked, Bruce listened with attention, his brow furrowed as Floyd's story progressed. As he finished recounting their events, Bruce sighed heavily and put his head in his hands.
"And… John's been unconscious since you left?" Bruce asked, worried for the answer.
"Not the whole time. He did wake up once on our way here but was only awake for about 5 minutes."
Nodding slowly, Bruce thought about what to do. He was upset that John had been denied medical attention in Mount Rageous, but luckily, he had some experience in dealing with fevers and head injuries as a father.
"It's good that he woke up, though it'll take time until he's fully conscious. It might take a few days for him to be fully responsive again, but until then, one of us should constantly be with him and make sure that his fever and condition aren't getting any worse," Bruce said, Floyd nodding in understanding.
Taking notice of Floyd's nervous and scared expression, Bruce stood up and walked over to give his younger brother a comforting hug. "Hey, he'll be alright. He just needs some time."
"I know, it's just…if it weren't for me, John wouldn't have gotten hurt. He didn't have to go to Mount Rageous but-"
"But he went to protect you," Bruce interrupted, putting his hands on Floyd's shoulders and looking him in the eye. "Don't blame yourself for what happened. It's Velvet's fault and hers alone. And if it weren't for you, Velvet could have captured John and yourself. You prevented that by contacting the authorities. If anything, you should be proud of yourself."
Looking into Bruce's eyes, Floyd could tell he really meant what he said, and Floyd felt all the guilt he had been feeling the past day leave his chest. "Thanks, Bruce," Floyd whispered, tears forming in his eyes.
Nodding in response, Bruce turned back around to face John while still addressing Floyd. "Alright, try to see if you can get him to wake up. He needs to eat something, so I'll go get some soup."
As Floyd knelt beside John to try and rouse him, Bruce exited Rhonda and headed back inside the restaurant. Seeing Brandy at the counter, Bruce realized he had yet to tell his wife about his brother's arrival and decided he should probably inform her about everything before focusing his attention on John. "Hey Brandy, my love, you know how I mentioned to you that I reached out to my brothers, asking them to come visit?" Bruce asked as he approached his wife.
"Mhmm."
"Well, they're here and-"
"Wait, already! Gosh, that was fast," Brandy said, not meaning to interrupt her husband but was too shocked to hear that his long-lost brothers had come and were here. "Have you already gone out to greet them?"
"Yes, I have. But Brandy, listen, one of my brothers got hurt on the way here. Could you run the restaurant while I go and take care of him?"
At Bruce's words Brandy could only stare at him in shock. Just the other day he was struggling with brother issues, then he tells her he invited his brothers to come visit, and now he's saying they're here and one of them is hurt. She had too many questions to ask her husband and wanted some answers. "Of course I can. But Bruce, you better tell me everything and what's going on."
And so, while Bruce began preparing soup for his brother, he filled his wife in on everything (that he could tell her, that is, as she still can't know about the movies). He told her how John and Floyd received his postcard in Mount Rageous and how, before they left, they had a bad encounter with some Mount Rageons, resulting in John's current state (which he updated her on). He also told her about how his other brothers, Clay and Branch, were living elsewhere, so only John and Floyd were here.
"I can't believe that happened to John; that's awful," Brandy said as Bruce finished his explanation, shocked to hear how wicked someone could be.
"Yeah, it is," Bruce said quietly, agreeing with his wife as the soup was finally done.
"Well, I'm glad he's safe and here now. Don't worry about the restaurant, I'll take care of it. You just…focus on helping your brothers."
"Thank you," Bruce told her while Brandy bent down to kiss him on the cheek. Walking out of his restaurant, he entered Rhonda to see that Floyd had managed to wake John and was trying to help him sit up by supporting pillows underneath his head and behind his back. Seeing John awake filled Bruce with relief, even though he still looked feverish and slightly dizzy and dazed.
"Hey John, how're you feeling?" Bruce asked, sitting on the couch beside John and taking his brother's hand in his.
"Oh…hey Bruce," John said quietly, a weak smile forming on his face.
"Here, I brought you something to eat," Bruce said, indicating the bowl of soup.
"I'm not that hungry-" John began before being interrupted by Bruce.
"John Dory, you haven't eaten anything all day. You need to eat; it'll help you get better," Bruce said, using his father's voice by instinct. Knowing that John was probably still too weak to feed himself, Bruce helped feed him while Floyd watched his two older brothers from the side.
"You still haven't answered my question," Bruce said after John had taken a bite. "How're you feeling?"
"Eh, I've been better," John responded, trying to seem strong while hating how weak he really was.
"I meant, what hurts?" Bruce asked, knowing how stubborn his older brother could be.
Sighing in defeat, John decided he might as well answer: "Well, I have a pretty bad headache, and I get dizzy if I move."
"What about your memory? Do you remember what happened in Mount Rageous or anything before that?" Bruce asked, knowing that severe head injuries could include amnesia, and hoped that wasn't the case for John.
It took John a moment to respond as he tried to recall all the events that had happened. "I remember parts of what happened…" John slowly said, trying to remember.
"What about before Mount Rageous?" Floyd urged, not wanting John to have forgotten everything that happened in that strange room they were all in.
"Yeah, I remember the movies," John assured his brothers, causing Bruce and Floyd to sigh in relief. "I just can't remember what happened to me all that well."
"At least your memory wasn't too affected then. A normal symptom from concussions is amnesia surrounding the event, but you should have your full memory back in no time," Bruce said, relieved that John wasn't too injured.
"But…what did happen?" John asked, looking from Bruce to Floyd for answers.
"After the movies, Cloud Guy brought us both to Mount Rageous. You helped me pack my home up and take care of a few things so we could leave and head here. But as we were about to set off Velvet and Veneer showed up. You sent me away to contact the authorities, and while I was doing that, Velvet got a hold of you and hurt you," Floyd explained, a sorrowful look on his face.
As Floyd talked, John tried to piece together his brother's words with the flashes of images in his mind, trying to make sense of everything.
"Don't stress yourself out, John. You need to rest," Bruce said, noticing John's scrunched-up face as he tried to remember. "Give yourself time to recover."
Sighing, John leaned into his pillows, closing his eyes as a dizzy spell washed over him and trying to ignore the pounding in his head.
"John?" Floyd questioned in concern.
"I'm fine…just…tired," John slowly said, his speech slurring as he dozed off.
Standing up, Bruce put the half-empty bowl of soup in John's fridge before turning to Floyd. "We need to make sure he finishes that soup next time he wakes up. But for now, I think he'll be okay if we leave and let him rest. Besides, you haven't met my family."
Smiling softly, Floyd was glad to know that John would be okay and was excited to finally meet Bruce's wife and kids. Following Bruce outside, he was greeted by the sun's warm rays and felt the island's warmth wash over him, easing his concerns and worries.
"This is a beautiful place, Bruce," Floyd said, awed by his surroundings. Sure, he'd seen it on screen, but in person was a whole different experience.
"Thanks! You'll love it here," Bruce said, leading Floyd inside the restaurant and toward Brandy. "Hey, honey! I want you to meet my younger brother, Floyd," Bruce said, introducing the two with a wide smile.
"Oh, hello! It's so good to finally meet you!" Brandy said.
"Hello," Floyd said, waving in greeting.
"I'm sorry to hear about your brother. Are you alright? Is there anything I can get you?" Brandy asked, eager to welcome Floyd into the family.
"I'm fine, thank you, though," Floyd said politely until his grumbling stomach gave him away.
"Come on, bro. You probably haven't eaten anything in a while either," Bruce said, grabbing a nearby menu and giving it to Floyd. "Here's our menu. Pick anything, and I'll get it out for you in a jiffy."
"Thanks," Floyd said, accepting the menu gratefully and scanning its contents. Under the label 'Drinks,' Floyd read the various refreshments such as 'Tropical Bree-z,' 'Citrus Punch,' 'Vacay Friday,' 'E-Z Sunset,' and 'Seaweed Floats.' As for 'Specials,' there were 'Fish N' Chips,' 'Regular HotDog,' 'Tuna Melt,' 'Chee-z Oysters,' 'Fried Clams,' 'Fricassee Squid,' 'Jellyfish Slider,' and 'Chee-z Nachos.'
"Wow, Bruce, these sound amazing!" Floyd said, slightly drooling at the list of foods.
"Haha, thanks! Oh, just don't order the clams, and don't ask why," Bruce said, sending his wife a knowing look.
"I'll have to go with the E-Z Sunset and Tuna Melt," Floyd said, finally coming to a decision.
"Good choices! Alright, I'll be right back," Bruce said, walking behind the counter to start preparing food.
While waiting, Floyd spent the time talking to Brandy and getting to know her. Floyd talked about his solo career in Mount Rageous, and she shared some memories of her, Bruce, and their family. He even got to meet some of his nephews and his niece, as they would occasionally pop up for attention and to play. When the food was done, Bruce joined his brother as they shared a meal, talking together and learning more about one another and their lives over the past twenty years.
Sighing happily and putting his fork down, Floyd leaned back and looked at Bruce's place, glad to see how happy and successful his brother was. "You know, I never thought I'd see the day when we'd be together like this again," Floyd said softly, breaking the momentary silence.
Bruce nodded, his gaze fixed on his friends swimming and his family happily conversing with one another. "Me neither. But I'm grateful that we're together now and for every moment we have with each other."
Smiling at each other, they let their conversation drift from one topic to the next, talking about their fondest memories and hopes for the future. Through it all, they found comfort and joy in each other's company, finding peace as they were together.
In the days that followed, John's recovery went well, and his condition gradually improved with each passing day. His fever began to subside, and he was able to stay awake for longer periods of time. As he was doing better, Bruce allowed him to finally leave his bed, him and Floyd helping John outside and allowing him to meet Brandy and his niece and nephews.
One afternoon, as John lay outside on a beach towel, an umbrella over him for shade, Bruce approached him with a warm smile. "Hey, John. How are you feeling?"
Offering a smile in return as Bruce sat down to join him, John looked happily out at the ocean. "Better, thanks to you and Floyd."
Bruce's smile widened at John's words, relieved to see his brother's improvement. "We're just glad you're okay, John. We were worried sick about you."
"I couldn't imagine why," John said in a teasing voice, causing Bruce to send him an exasperated eye-roll. The brothers spent the next few minutes in quiet companionship, enjoying each other's company and the island's peace.
"You didn't keep your promise," Bruce said, interrupting the comfortable silence between the two.
"What promise?" John asked, confused by Bruce's words.
"After the movies and before we returned to our homes, or in your case, Mount Rageous, you promised us you'd stay safe," Bruce explained, looking John in the eye.
"Yeah, well, I also promised to keep Floyd safe. It was either me or him, and there was no way I was putting him in danger," John said, not ashamed or guilty of what had happened.
At John's words, Bruce leaned over to give his brother a tight hug. "You're amazing, you know that, right?"
"Yeah, I know," John said, causing both brothers to laugh. As they pulled away from the hug, they spent a few more minutes in silence until it was broken by John. "You know, it's been about five days since we watched the movies, and I told Clay we would arrive at the golf course within a week. I'm doing much better, and if you're ready, maybe we can leave today or tomorrow?"
"I think that's a good idea!" Bruce replied, excited at the thought of reuniting with Branch.
"When are you wanting to leave?" John asked.
"Well, I need to pack a few things first. And of course, ask Brandy…as I haven't yet talked to her about that…" Bruce said, trailing off and slapping his head with his hand as he completely forgot about talking to Brandy about leaving.
John laughed at Bruce's words and reaction and stood up while brushing some sand off him. "I'll go and let Floyd know we're thinking of leaving soon while you talk to Brandy."
"Where is Floyd?" Bruce questioned.
"Probably playing with your kids."
"Ah, I see. You know, I think he's earned the title of 'favorite uncle,'" Bruce said, giving John a teasing look.
"What! No way!" John declared, crossing his arms and facing away from Bruce. "Actually…yeah, you're probably right. I mean, I have been cooped up in Rhonda for a while now," John chuckled while Bruce shook his head in amusement, glad to see his older brother being less prideful and more humble.
"Alright, I'm going to talk to Brandy," Bruce said, getting up and heading inside the restaurant as John went to find Floyd and spend time with his niece and nephews.
"Hey Brandy, can I talk to you for a second?" Bruce asked his wife, who was currently preparing a jellyfish slider.
"Of course!"
"So, I know we have a lot going on here, but do you think it would be crazy if I were to-"
"Uh, leave me here to manage the restaurant and all these kids so you can go on a trip with your brothers and spend a few weeks reuniting and catching up with them?" Brandy said, already knowing what this was about.
"Yeah, that," Bruce said, astonished at how Brandy had guessed what he was going to ask.
"It'd be crazy if you didn't! You need this time with your brothers," Brandy said, turning around to face her husband, who was giving her an appreciative look. "And you can cover when I go on my girls' yoga retreat next month—all month," she added, causing Bruce to widen his eyes.
"Uh…right, of course," Bruce said, trying to hide his disbelief at his wife's words.
"When are you planning on going?"
"We were thinking today if that's alright," Bruce said, glad his wife was okay with him going.
"Of course that's alright!"
"And I'm not sure when I'll be back…maybe in a couple weeks-"
"Oh, don't worry about that," Brandy said, interrupting her husband. "As I said, you need this time with your brothers. And since I'll be gone on my yoga retreat for a month, I'm okay with you being with your brothers for a month."
"Seriously! A month! Oh, you're the best!" Bruce said, loving his wife while she laughed happily at his words.
"Now get packing and have a safe trip," Brandy said, leaning down to kiss him before he went to pack.
Packing took little time as Bruce didn't have much he wanted to bring, so the brothers were ready to leave within 15 minutes. As it was midday, they hoped to arrive at the golf course before night, depending on how far it was. Before leaving, Bruce, John, and Floyd took some time to say goodbye to everyone. Bruce hugged his kids and his wife goodbye while his brothers were tackled by his kids in farwell, causing Bruce and Brandy to laugh in amusement. Before they knew it, the brothers were all in Rhonda, ready to take off.
As they weren't sure where to go, they used Branch's idea of using Clay's funderdrawers to find Clay. Once John pressed the 'Hustle' button, the brothers knew it was only a matter of time before they arrived at the golf course.