““Erm,” ermed a voice from behind him all of a sudden. Brian wheeled around and looked out at the vast and notably empty expanse. He scratched his head, turned, and continued on. “Erm, Brian,” came the voice again. Brian span around and looked behind him. “Who said that?” he said to no one in particular. “I'm behind you.” “...But I'm looking behind me.” He began to suspect he had already come down with Altitude Madness, a dangerous decease that the nomads on Jutleafe did not believe in at all, and told as much to the voices in their heads at every opportunity. “No, I mean I'm literally behind you. I'm on your back.” “What? Well get off, would you?” “It's me. It's Bertrude.” “Bertrude? What are you doing on my back?” “Chewing a dandelion. It's horrible.” Brian””
