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.
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.
Hmm.
Well, he does it for a short while anyway and then he gets up.
And notices that he has quite a bit of sand attached to him.
Hrm.
Theo frowns.
The moon is– presumably not close to setting, because the moon does not set? Not on… a regular schedule with the Sun, at least…
Not if it's a scale of 'not talking', where 1 would be 'talking' and 'a rock' would be 'not talking'. But sure, on a scale from 1 to human, where 1 is like a rock instead, and human is self-evident, where would it be?
… You know, it'd probably be better if the scale were 0 to 10, with 0 being 'a rock' and like 8 being 'a human', to leave leeway, but whatever.
Point is: is it talking?
He tries to brush the sand off himself. Still naked. Ugh.
Why is he in a desert again?
Does he still want to run? Because he doesn't really think he does. Ugh.
Okay, maybe a little, but not, like, for hours. And he kinda wants to find some place to– get some clothes, first, since he's naked in a desert.
Ugh.