Wake up, Kevin… come on, please wake up…
He stirs. The ground is hard and dusty and dry and rocky. The sharp stones had cut and bruised him when he landed, but that was the least of Kevin’s problems.
His skin was burned and blistered in places by the sun, but the near blinding light’s biggest toll had been on the broadcaster’s mind. His head felt as if it’d been shredded by buzzsaws, the layers of himself in ragged tatters.
Kevin…? Yes, that was him, wasn’t it? Who was…
Come on. Please. You need to get moving, find shelter. You won’t last long out here like this.
That voice… concerned, female. Someone he knew, trusted… Vanessa?
That’s right. Come on now. I know it hurts, I know you’re confused, but we can’t lose you. There’s a canyon not far ahead. You should make for it. It’ll do for now, I think- you can rest in the shade. The light’s not doing you any good.
The light…? Yes, it was all around… it was so beautiful, it seemed to call to him. Call him home… no. No, he couldn’t… but the light, it made him smile, he couldn’t stop, and…
Something in him was adamant. No. We will not do this again. (Again?) We are going for the canyon. Vanessa is right, we need to get out of the light.
It’s tough going, especially when a lot of him wants to turn around and run right into the light with open arms, but Vanessa keeps encouraging him. The canyon is a wide spiral, and once in the shade of its walls, something comes to him.
His dreams. He’s seen this place before. Yes. The spiralling canyon, the wasteland, the light. There’s even… yes! The mountain, the lighthouse at its summit.
He’d dreamed of all this. How very strange… and confusing… oh, no more confusion please, my head hurts so bad, just make it stop. Sighing, he leans back against the shaded rock wall, closing his eyes.