Blonk inquires.


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