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For a moment nothing happens, but at last Stan McManus shakes his head and strides forward. Another joins him, and finally another.
Oh, my God. " Lying back on the ground, he turns his head towards Stan McManus and says, "Wake me up when he's finished. " Tom cuts in. "Seriously, folks," and McCrimmon sits back up, "I think we've got a few problems here. First of all, we don't know exactly where we are. Secondly, we Section 18 don't know exactly where we're going. " He pauses and looks at me. " Without hesitation, I look straight at Tom and insist, "Find Amber, and find Random. " The time has come, I suspect, for them to know the truth.
Amber is the direction I must go. But something is wrong. Because, although we've marched for almost three days since coming upon the robed figures, we seem to have gone nowhere. The land is the same, field upon brown and useless field, with the Black Road winding along to our right. Few shrubs, even fewer trees, grow here, and those that do are scrawny and gangly, half dead even now. By itself, the landscape is unremarkable. This is the area of the Black Road, and the Black Road does not promote thriving life.