[ He twitched – but just a little, don't make a big thing out of it – when the dead guy's voice was suddenly much closer. Not being able to see his opponant wasn't so unusual, but not being able to detect them at all was not doing good things for his already jumpy nature.

Having an answer that made sense would have been nice, too. Wolfwood shook his head hard, frustration written in every line of his being. ]

Will you stop saying that? [ The embarrassing tears from earlier were nowhere to be seen – anger's always been more effective at getting his point across anyway. ] That blond asshole helped me wake him up from what the Eye did, sure, but then he shot himself. [ It wasn't something he'd ever forget, or he thought he wouldn't, anyway. How in the hell did the dead guy not remember that? ] Livio died on the damn sand steamer. He shot himself in the fucking head and went over the side. He's dead.

[ It was concerning, actually. If the dead guy couldn't remember something as important as that, did that mean that everything else he was saying was wrong too? About the Eye, and the orphanage?

Shit. Wolfwood looked out across the sands, scanning them once again for any signs of a town, of a filling station, anything. Anything that could mean water, transport, a way to get himself to Hopeland. ]