[ Warrens City? That one he doesn't recognize, but he's certainly not going to admit to that. Instead, he settles into that seat with his back half to the door -- it's a somewhat awkward position, but he wants more than a half on eye on Midvalley. ]

You talked to a different one than I did, then.

[ Does Midvalley know there's multiple copies of people here? Has he had that revelation yet? It's a hell of a shock when it happens, to be sure!

Also: there's drinks in the back, sure, but Midvalley hasn't taken up smoking recently, has he? And maybe left his pack on the dash? ]

The Stampede I met earlier swore up and down that Knives was still alive.

[ The punchline, that Wolfwood's been dreading, is that Knives is probably here somewhere... and where Knives goes, his blue-haired dog always follows. Stampede's a pushover, hardly worth the effort, but Knives? Knives would splatter their guts across the desert floor without a second thought.

The further they can get from any independent plant, they longer they'll all live. Assuming, of course, that they're all still alive. This being Hell isn't off the table yet, as far as Wolfwood's concerned. ]

There's other dead folks here, too, people I'm sure are dead. I don't know what the hell is going on, but it's not good.