Tyle Sands -- page 6745

Run and throw open the door...

...where Nick exited the room. Unexpectedly a cold breeze, carrying the scent of dampness and smoke, buffets your face. Beyond the circle of light from the house, all is lost in darkness. Within your range of vision you see slight indents in the hard, unforgiving ground. The tracks trail off into the night. Once again you are unsure of what to do. Should you try to follow Nick, trusting that his cruel tone was the result of a hard day, or head in the opposite direction and pray you don't get lost in the unfamiliar landscape?