Redhawk Caldera The boneyard.

He would go to Moonspear, but not yet. He would go home, but not yet.

There was a strange sense of anxiety bubbling up, a horrible ache that he wished he had never known. He could feel his stomach coiling from a spoiled meal. It wasn't settling well. He thought he could cry, everything felt so hopeless on his own - almost on his own. Phobos hadn't left.

Maman would have kept him fed. Maman never would have let him fall into this state. But she had been taken away by the halfbreed, hypnotised and pulled into his trap. Chaudry spat at the memory.

He cut through his own haze to register his surroundings. Borderlines ahead, and close by a woman swollen with pregnancy. He could smell her, but he was yet to spot the stranger.