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Bob continued forward stoically. The wind chills and occasional bird flying overhead had no luck in breaking his stone-like concentration. It had been months now since he had last seen Riot. The thought of their parting, among other events, continued to press against his mind.
A visible sigh passed his breath and seeped through the front holes in his steel mask. The brittle grass under his paws crinkled and cracked softly as he pressed forward. The path before him was so fast and flat. He had wondered so far from the desert now. Even the hills seemed to have vanished below the surface of the world.