#41 Nowhere

"I have no idea!" Lina cried, gripping the map like she was trying to make it bleed, "This looks nothing like anything!" she gestured out at the endless yellow stretch of parched yellow sand and rocks—broken up by the odd brave scrub that looked dangerously close to exploding into flame.

There was no scrap of civilization to be seen. Well, except for the bleaching bones of that dead guy over there—he had what looked like a crackly travel brochure in his hand. Maybe that counted…?

"Gourry! Where would you say we are?" Lina snapped at him. Her face was pink and shiny with sweat, and she was breathing hard. He smiled a little, shrugged.

"All I know is that I'm with you," he said honestly.