Lion Head Mesa he sees your dreams, feasts on your screams

at first it was the whiff of fresh vomit that he caught, and the neb thought it'd be best to avoid the place it wafted from. then, there came a hurk and a splash and he thought that for sure someone was poisoned or similarly death-sick, and without thinking how he could possibly aid that person, hurried towards the source.

it was maggie, as her name stuck in his head, on her side and breathing in a manner of a certainty death-sick person.

"miss mah-jie!" the chihuahua exclaimed, approaching with the trademark tinkling of his dogtag. "oh miss, what's happened t' you?!"