Deserts are common. I’m missing things on me. And this place doesn’t fit anything I know.

[He slides the plate with the burger on it closer to his not quite feral companion. He has other disturbing in shit in his head. But that’s not for sharing.]

And there’s a guy I need to track down. I’m supposed to be going where he goes. His name and mine. That’s it.

Not a lot, but it feels like enough to start.