Flint took another couple of steps up the large sand dune, wondering how anybody could live in such a large desert. He did not even see a cactus anywhere in his field of view. He thought of Lucas, wondering if he was alright, and Claus, hoping that he may someday return. Something about this desert put his mind at peace. He longed for the company of his family; his sons and his wife. They could live peacefully on the ranch again. He was the only one that had not given into the greed, the only one not surrendering to the lifestyle that everybody else had. He started to lose his train of thought. All he knew was that he needed to find some "Needle" thing or something like that. He couldn't really understand the ramblings of that boyish, pink-haired girl. Out of the corner of his eye, Flint spotted something in the distance. It was pink and shaped like a huge lima bean. He decided to inspect it. He warily approached the large metallic bean. It was larger than it looked like from the distance. Upon more careful examination, he noticed an inscription on the side. "P0Rk-B34N". "Porkbean, huh?" Was this some kind of vehicle? Where was the entrance to it? Flint thought for a moment about how he was going to get inside. Suddenly, the door opened, slamming violently on the sand below it and nearly crushing Flint's foot. "Convenient." He thought to himself. He sat down on the leftmost seat in the front. There were no controls. Confused, Flint pictured the vehicle in motion. It did just that. Interesting. Well, this was definitely a faster mean of travel. It should suffice. For a while, he hovered above the sands at a high speed, but he began to wonder if he was alone inside of this abandoned vehicle. Nobody would just leave it behind like that, right? He thought he could hear a laser pistol charging up, but did not have time to react before he felt the barrel pressed up against the back of his head. He heard an incredibly low-pitched voice behind him say "Trying to take my ride before I get to the DCMC concert, huh? Well, I'll take care of you". In a split second, Flint could feel the heat from the laser pistol. Now was the time to act.