Dune tugged on his line, glad that he noticed he was being insensitive and had remedied it. As they continued through the desert the sun beat mercilessly down upon them. His eyes wandered, watching the miasma of dancing sands and dunes. His ears perked up, the wind sounding like voices, almost like they were saying Not long now.. keep going. The voices in his head would have seemed suspicious to him if he was not in a trance-like state. He continued on, the sound of his companion's footsteps fading away, leaving nothing but the light whispers and glaring sun.