A thousand teeth and yours among them.

The doctor heard the call, and served with ease from his running trek to the beacon. What could have happened, this time? 
There was that voice in his heart, 
Please let it be Som.
Yup, that was the voice.

Approaching the pair at the border, the hippie slowed his gait, and trotted over. 
Newcomer? 
His leg looks funny. Him, relative to not Somnia. Damnit.

"What's up, El?"

Ash was assuming he was here to doctor the greyscale, and without warning, his brain already began dissecting the problem as it lay.