He paused at the first top to make an important phone call. “Tom? Hi, it’s me. Change of plans — I’m heading into Carumba again.”
Reply.
“Skirt?” he heard. “Yeah, I’m wearing my skirt I guess you could say.”
Reply.
“Oh. *Skirt.* Yeah, I’m just going along the edge of the sim basically. No worries there.”
Reply.
“Don’t be sucked into another anomaly, right. I understand.”
Reply.
“Okay, left — got it. Stick to the ridge.”
Reply.
“I have no food.”
And he has no stick, he realized after hanging up and continuing to walk toward higher parts of the range. He’ll soon solve one if not the other.
Sunklands 