After a long while of sitting there and watching as Farndale's corpse rotted in the sun, Felix finally found the ability to move. Felix slowly rose to his feet. He had absolutely no idea what he was going to do next. Going back to what was left of Farndale had no appeal to him. He hated the thought of walking through street after street of corpses belonging to people he once knew almost as much as he hated the idea of running into Prisma again. And so Felix turned his gaze away from Farndale and looked around, hoping to catch sight of a way forward.