000097 #worm Anyway, the four of us decided to drive across the mountains to a hot springs they knew about. The witches, Helena, and me. We went up and up and up, over for a couple of seconds, then down and down and down gradually until we were on a smouldering wide plain, with rusty fences, bent trees, a yellow-grey look to the sky, curlicue winds, space space space, level and low and flat and stretched out for miles. It was really a totally different place from where we had been that very morning.