The man flew across the desert.
Led by the words of a deamon in the guise of a doctor.
He will find the man with the Crimson Eyes.
The man in white Roland.

Seth had traveled far and knew that he was closing in on his quarry.
Roland had ultimately lost his upperhand.
For the only one to best Seth in any way was Carrie.
Oh how he missed Carrie.

His feet dug into the sand at an incredible pace.
He had been running non-stop for

(weeks, days?)

and exhaustion was finally taking its toll on him.
Seth slowed down and took a glance at his left arm.
His good arm.
The way it had blackened over the course of time.
The scorpion venom had coursed through his body and taken his arm.
It was of no use to anyone anymore.

He remembered the way he stormed the small hospital and forced his way into the crying wastelands that is the desert.
He looks up to see the outpost of what appears to be abandoned.
All that seem to be there is a small water pump and a watch tower.

He sees her sitting there next to the pump.
She turns and opens her eyes to me.
Those Venomous Yellow eyes that held no hatred.
Carrie Hernandez sat next to the water pump.

She stood and asked me to come foward.
It was really her.
The woman I call mother.
I walked up to her.
I could smell the subtle perfume she always wore.

I dismissed the thought.
This was another glammer.
One set up by Roland Delphin.
While he was thinking, Carrie wakled over to him and smacked him across the face.
It was then he knew she was no illusion.