Blonk now allowed many questions to race around his mind, like wild horses disturbed by a meteor.
How far will I have to walk, he pondered. What is going on, this time, he asked. How late is it, he thought.
Exhausted by a few anxious questions, Blank sat in the lofty, shifting sand and looked out across the desert.
What should Blonk do?
DIE | DIE | DIE