As I was slipping out of paranoia, my ear (or at least I felt an ear) twitched. "Say again?" I asked, stopping our walk to the community for the third time as another emotion showed on my face.

You know, it probably wasn't a coincidence that Hugo often rambled to himself. Rambling, which involved the world 'Organization.' I had two choices: 1. Get that son of a bitch talking. 2. Somehow keep him alive for every's sake. "We got a... [i]dying[/i] doctor who often talks about that. Thought he was crazy to say Organization until you bothered to mention it."

Turns out, we were closer than expected. On the main street, by now. Being a town of... less than 20, there wasn't really too much activity around. A large brown pipe rolled off Hugo earlier was in the same spot as usual, with the man I needed to lift it up as I welded it nowhere to be seen. A large field of wheat and some other crops was quite a rare view around here, since most of the land was too dry in this climate. Nothing a little engineering couldn't do, although it was noticeably unreliable - for example, regular maintenance on the aqueduct. I skipped last week, and now look what's happened. A frickin' pipe's in the middle of the road and Hugo doesn't care about living or dying. Presumably because of that secret business.

"We're here. Who needed supplies again?" I said, flexing my head back and forth from the farms to the little group.