The land wants you here. I want you here," you called. "Don't you care about that at all?

Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land." "Like me, then," I said. "Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.

I mean, that star over there is blinking at me madly now, but for how long? An hour or two, or for the next million years? And how long will we sit here like this? Just another moment, or the rest of our lives? You know which one I'd prefer.

I want you to see that the person I glimpsed running beside the camel, running to save my life, is the person you can choose to be.

You said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away. A place covered in blood-red earth and sleeping life. A place longing to come alive again. It's a place for disappearing, you'd said, a place for getting lost... and for getting found. I'll take you there, you'd said. And I could say that I agreed.

Your eyes were too intense to stare into for long.

You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.