In case you have forgotten, our traveler’s detour has turned from bizarre to frightening. Somehow, he has been flushed into Alzheimer’s Canyon itself, where survival seems questionable.
There’s that rumbling again. Louder. No way can this turn out anywhere near good. Even if I can stay on this wall a little longer, it will only be until the next SAN-DI-FLUSH peels me off and does who-knows-what with me.
“Help! I need help!” I’m screaming now. “Isn’t there anyone here?”
“Well, ahm here, buddy. And y’all don’t need to shout,” says a soft, Southern voice.