[ That can't be good. Heat shimmers around them already, stifling at this time of day. The center of town is bad enough, but Flynn knows it only gets worse out past the borders, where cacti could turn violent at any moment.

He quickens his pace, his boots loud on packed earth. Is the figure ahead of him getting harder to see, even though Flynn's getting closer? ]

Wait, please! At least take some water with you—I know it's tempting to just leave, and it's not a bad idea, but you need to be prepared!