I have to land somewhere.

It is safe to assume they are not after me anymore, but they have my Father. Greedy manbeasts, will they ever be satisfied?

It’s been hours of no visibility and my lips are bleeding, I don’t think I had ever felt this thirsty or if it was even possible. A rush of hot, dry air slashes the clouds in two and all I can see is sand. I try to maneuver as to fall next to a dune so I can roll. I feel my body become a ragdoll, falling, bumping.

Is this really the end, is that woman offering me a hand real or a mirage?

She spits much needed water into my mouth, not only liquid but life itself. I listen to her voice, a faint whisper above the howling winds.

“We were waiting for you, you are going to save us all”