The shift in scale, the plunge to the bottom of a gorge—though they haven't moved at all—flips his stomach, and Wade looks up, squinting in the newfound sunlight. He breathes out, takes a few steps forward, kicking up dust as he moves. There's precious little awe left in him, but it's there while he takes in the landscape, conscious even of the change in the air.

He bends down to pick up a stone, roll it thoughtfully between his fingers. His attention shifts back to Double Trouble. “Would that make you one of the lost?”