It's cold in the desert - for look_atthis

[withhumaneyes]

The chill in his bones did not leave him even when he was safely back in the warmth of their quarters. His hand touched the thermostat, but he knew, in reality, that it would not help at all. His hand fell away.

He sat in the middle of the floor, thinking that he might meditate, hide himself in the calm, but nothing could centre him. Not when-

He got up and sat at the computer instead, ignoring that his eyes were still stinging, and started to search, desperate to do something, anything.