Firestone Hot Springs the tidal wave breaks

Moments pass where Mercer is gone.

By the time he comes to, he is in the air. Water gushes from his open mouth, and a whine of agony follows soon after. Choking and coughing, his body has given up on him. He cannot fault it. Maybe he, too, has given up. It would be simpler to do so. After all, he has nothing now.

He flops on the ground close to the water's edge, uncertain how he got there in the first place. Unfocused red eyes flicker upwards, catching the cream woman who he not only fault but whom seemed to have saved his sorry ass from an early grave.

You speak nonsense, spy, he spits the word as if it burns as much as the springs had. Your people destroyed my home. There is no where to go back to.