Doubt, and the other thing

[desperance]

So there we were, the four of us: me and the boys and the grilled sossidge sammich.

I could draw you a map, but there's not really much point; we would all be overlapping each other, much as were our notions as to the ultimate destiny of that sammich.

For two of us, I think there was some question about it. One head allowed of nothing but certainty.

I really don't need to draw you a map, do I...?