We need you to look around, tell us what you see.
Grass. Trees. Fog… smoke? I can’t smell it, so I can’t be sure. There’s wind, the wind is blowing the leaves and smoke around.
The grass and trees and leaves aren’t important. Are there buildings? Do you see people? Any evidence of technology, of human habitation?
No, no people. My head is starting to hurt.
Just a little while longer, Mae. Can you see in all directions?
If we set you down, can you walk—
You said you weren’t going to do that.
Don’t be afraid, Mae.