The New World

I felt sick, but I guess traveling to different worlds can do that to you.

The thing is I'm not sure I'm in the right world. It's dusty and empty, and the only person I've met has been a crazed, man who hears too much.

I don't know if I'm ever going to see civilization, but at least I have a travel partner. Maybe she'll stop me from going mad.

The world we're looking for is a nice luscious place, filled with grass and the breeze. Not the desert and the sun. I've already seen too much of that.

My traveling partner does not understand what's happening either, which doesn't help. But maybe we'll come across someone who does understand. Hopefully, soon before we run out of water and food.