It was Dante's day off. So he decided to take advantage of the beautiful day and head down fishing. A couple of hours in, there was still no bite. 

"Did you end up catching any fish yet Dante" 

as Petah said walking down to the dock and sat beside Dante. 

"Unfortunately I haven't been able to catch anything yet but at least I'm able to catch some sun. Can I offer you a cold beer?"

Dante said as he reaches in his bag. 

“Sure. By the way, a letter came in for you.”  As Petah hands the letter to Dante.

Dante starts reading the letter and says

“Well, I guess I have to pack up my fishing gear and my stuff because I’m heading to Seattle now. But you already knew that.”

Petah Finished his drink and get up.

“Good luck and thank for the beer, I must get back to business. But I hear there’s a nice warehouse in Seattle with a dock where you can just …”

Petah starts to laugh

“Maybe you’ll have a better chance of catching fish on the west coast.” As he walks back to the car.

“Very funny, and thank you.” said Dante.

Dante started to pack up his Stuff.
 

Orville arrived at the docks to dump off some waste, his usual spot. After opening the trunk he over heard a couple of guys talking about moving to Seattle. It must have been one of the recent auths he'd heard about. He hastily shoved the lifeless body back into the trunk and closed the door, causing more commotion than he'd meant to. It caused the men to look over his way.

Ah, excuse me gentleman. Just here watching the sunrise. Didn't mean to pry.

He noticed one of the men was fishing.

I hear the fishing out West is nice. Congratulations and good luck.

He chuckled and got back into the vehicle, wondering why anyone would fish in a Durden burial ground.