It's dim, the first hint of dawn floating in with a single distant birdsong on the wind. It's calm--or it should be, soothing--or it would be, if he knew where he was, or how he got here, or who the person handcuffed to him is. He tugs gently at the cuffs to confirm that they're real.
"Then I don't know. Yeah, maybe we should rest for a while." He sits down.
Mica sits, too.
"I thought something might be wearing your skin but even if you are secretly a monster now you don't seem dangerous."
"Why would I be a monster?"
"You got eaten or something."
"You'd think if I got eaten my skin would be eaten too. ...Oh, maybe we should write some of this down. It's weird that I came back to life and don't remember dying. I'm probably just dreaming but just in case."
Nodnod. He can write this down.
"Lend me the notebook so I can draw that bush over there? I can't tell what species it is."
...Okay. He can do that, too.
Vance tries to draw. It doesn't turn out well. He gives the book back.
Mica sketches the same bush for him without saying anything.
Whenever Vance is feeling up to it they can keep going.
Walk walk walk.
"Felt like something walking over my grave."
Shrug. "It's probably nothing. That happens even when you're not in the middle of nowhere being hunted by a monster."
"Yeah, but--oh, shit."
He looks at whatever Mica was looking at when he swore.
"Something's, I thought, I thought I heard something--"