Who the hell were you supposed to contact in a situation like this? The coastguard, wasn’t it? What number did you have to use? I had no idea–call...ng the coastguard was something I’d never thought I’d need to do. But as I stared at the phone, I realised that not knowing what number to call was the least of my worries. It was dead. Of course it was dead. No phone could survive that much salt water. Panic-stricken, I turned to look at the waves, much bigger now. Was I a strong enough swimmer?. I think she never let you see them." Yeah. I used to watch her rip up your letters to me. I never saw any gifts from you, although I used to get some pretty good ones from her. I know now that they were probably from you. She couldn't have afforded what she gave me." If I had known I would have tried harder to get custody of you. I thought of you often over the years. I wondered... so much." Well, it wasn't all bad Bill. Mom was pretty fucked up, but she did love me in her way. When her. There are still spots as fertile as they once were, with enough crops and trees growing to support grazing animals, feed villages, and shade the inhabitants. Some of the fields are still full of wild flowers and rabbits and unicorn's and all manner of wonder, but they're shrink, fading, dying.Turning to brown.The Tower is far away, oh so far away, it's back to the coast, it's vile magic radiating inland against the wind, somehow. It is the source of the decay, and whoever, whatever resides. They might even have to spend part of tomorrow getting the last of the wagons across. Nevertheless, Cletus went the full 15 miles before he turned around to return to the wagons.He was just completing his turn around when he spotted a group of men camped among the trees. As soon as he saw into the camp, he knew that his wagon train was in for trouble from this gang. He could tell because he could see some remnant of Confederate uniforms. This might well be what was left of a rebel guerrilla.