Th'serpent takes m'answer, an' fin'lly vomits th'woman back up. I help pull'er up, since't seems like th'thin' t'do, an' she holds up a toothed wheel made'a gold. "Pulled this I must from its stomach. I don't think it's meant for me."

Nod. C'n see'at. As we's talkin', I hear th'crunch'a wood on sand an's th'rapid crunch'a runnin' footsteps. Excuse me!" Calls a girl, short-haired 'n bright-eyed's'n otter. "Are you alright, what happened, what did it want?"

S'another'a those weird moments, like when I saw th'snake-girl, an'I press m'hand t'm'head. "I know you too," I says t'er. Wish t'fuck I knew from where, but I do. 'nother comes wit'er, blonde, askin' silly questions. "Th'why don't matter sometimes." I says. "What counts's'at allovus're still alive." I shake m'head, "Anyone got any idea what th'fuck's goin'on 'ere?"