Hours went by. Maybe hours. Yenderil was dizzy with how dry she was. She was feeling cold now. But burning up. More time, the voice in her head sighed, **I ongle wanted to know the world above and what was in it. I ongle wanted to know.** It sounded faint. “That’s why you took my family? And all the others?” **Yes. I thought if I ate them, I would know them. But they couldn’t tell me anything about the world of air. That’s why I made myself a part of you. Please, let me…** A weak, soundless scream. Not hers. With a squelch, something at Yenderil’s middle came unglued.
