Redhawk Caldera westworld

A reddish ear flicked, registering her words while also fighting a fog of confusion as weariness bound him. What's a train? How do you catch it? he wanted to ask, but his lips felt too heavy to part. His earlier pacing had taken a toll without him realizing it, and the inhaled spores only sought to help him along on a journey to rest; he blamed his sleepiness on the former, having no true knowledge about the latter. Kaizer blinked his very bleary eyes, each blink coming slower as he studied Raven in much the same way she looked at him.

Eventually he fell asleep, to dream more about his cheerful inkblot hidden in the midst of a red, red field.

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