Huff…. Puff…. The desert sand burns with every step you take…. Is this how you die? Dead because of the blistering desert heat, I don’t think so. Right before you give into the heat, your vision blackening….. Something picks you up, and you begin to b carried.

“Geezzzz….. you okay? Not like I can do much, but…. You need anything? You don’t ssssssseem to be doing sssso good…..”

…. Oh? You’re alive! You’re not gonna die! Pina Cobrada’s carrying you!!!