“Holland?? Old timey windmill — you see?”
“I see.” Holland?? I also ask myself from my more objective observing point. How could this be?? We were expecting a more realistic northern California given the Kane mythology.
We start wandering around together in this tree dotted plateau area, my eyes one with his. The synchronization seemed to be working. Then…
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“Okay I think I’m getting the hang of this place. I’ll just gather up the clock on the picnic blanket here, giving me one of my three needed items to complete the, um, game.”
“What picnic blanket?” I asked.
“There. Right in front of me — us. Held down by 4 rocks. With a clock in its center — wait, make that a stopwatch I believe. Look down in the center of your row containing the items. That’s one of the ones we need.”
“I checked the symbols at the bottom of the screen. “Looks more like a sundial,” I opined.
“No, pretty sure it’s a stopwatch.”
“Or maybe a compass.”
“Stopwatch.”
“Compass.”
“*Stopwatch*. Pretty sure.”
“*Compass*. Quite sure.”
“Okay, let’s just move on from that — agree to disagree… for now. Sooo, what about the rocks? And the tree? Let’s check everything else before we start panicking about all this.”
“Okay, the rocks are there, the tree is there, behind the rocks…”
“Yeah? Good, okay. But no blanket still?”
“No blanket.”
“Shoot. I was hoping it would have rezzed in while we were talking. Let’s see, er, maybe try refreshing your screen?”
I didn’t know how to do this and told him so.
“Well, why don’t we just wait here. Give it a minute. Beautiful day after all. Would you like me to pour you some wine? How about a sandwich?”
“Ha ha. Very funny, Daniel.”
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As they gabbed away, it dawned on observing Newt/Baker like a new morning. He was in a different Day! They’d have to start over, from scratch as it were.
Sunklands 