That evening, in the hospital's morgue, Theo finds himself naked on a metal table and much less dead than most people had been led to believe earlier.
In fact, he's feeling quite alive.
Ugh fine he'll grab one and then run to the desert and hope there's another available somewhere.
Ooh!
What's his top speed? Not that he can really measure it precisely but is it 'whee' or is it 'wheeee' or is it 'wheeeee'?
Aaaaah this is wonderful.
He's just gonna keep doing this for a while because eeeeee running.
He keeps doing this for a while!
… For a long while!
… It actually continues to be fun for a ridiculously long time, after which he decides that he hasn't actually tasted anything recently, so he tries to lick the sand.
He… he is not going to talk to the sand.
That would be weird.
Instead he is just going to hug the sand, naked.
Aaaah.
After a few minutes he gets back up and runs around again anyway. He is really buzzing.
Whoa. He knows it does that but still, whoa.
He will keep running for a while. Is there anything interesting around? Ooh, how do different bits of sand taste?
Hm. Interesting.
He'll keep running around for– well, yep, a few hours. Then he'll decide he wants to hug the sand a bit more, lie down, and do so until he falls asleep.
And then: he looks around at where he is and notices that he's naked on some sand.
Hm.
He'll just hug the sand for a little bit. That sounds like something he should… probably do… for a bit.