"Define 'middle of nowhere," Pal says with a curiosity that holds no hint of coolness or disdain. He picks his notebook up from where it sits on the ground and rises to his feet, flipping it open to a new page. "Out in the forest? That would mirror the previous cycle's pattern, not that that's anything to celebrate. One of these days someone is going to die of exposure if this keeps up." He grimaces faintly, then blinks at her question.

"To the graveyard? Yes. To be honest, I thought it had disappeared along with the desert, which would have really mucked up my theories."