[He's been wandering for a while now, trekking through veritable seas of bodies and stifling heat in an effort to reach the apartment. The cooler lands he's come upon (been inadvertently drawn to, rather) would have been a reprieve, except they're beyond cool, into frigid, and Anderson has to clench his teeth to prevent them from chattering as he steps around the circumference of vast icy pools.
His voice is strained as he speaks into his device.]
I'm starting to miss the magma. I'm heading for the apartments. Will I find you there?
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His voice is strained as he speaks into his device.]
I'm starting to miss the magma. I'm heading for the apartments. Will I find you there?