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"...this, most definitely, is not home."

She waits, and watches. And when he follows, she does so. They walk through the little city of dome tents. Something's rustling inside one of the tents. She approaches, holding up one hand to tell him to hang back.

With one finger, she gingerly pulls back the rain fly.

There's an explosion of movement and sound, and something small and black flies passed her face, up into the high ceilings of the store. She jerks back, startled to the point of letting go a loud squeak.

And then she laughs, wincing again at her ribs.

"Bird! It was just a bird!"

"...good Lord." He blinks at the tent, then up into the ceiling. "Now where did that come from, I wonder...?"

The only sensible thing to do is to look into the tent, really.

He's greeted by the same particular brand of darkness they've experienced all through the night. It's accompanied by the sweet scent of yucca flowers and a breath of cold, dry air, clean and crisp.

Alex's heart is still pounding from the start. "Well?"

"This is definitely the way out." He turns back to look at her. "At night, a dry place, and a smell of flowers, though not one I recognise."

"Thank God. Let's get out of here." She's trying not to worry about how this wild ride will end, if they'll ever find their way home. She's also trying not to think about Gene, sitting there, waiting for her to come back and worrying about when she didn't.

She takes his hand as she kneels, and goes down on all fours, crawling into the darkness. This had to be another step closer.

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