[ He hadn't been looking. He'd been too preoccupied with fulfilling the role requirements and occasionally freaking out. But there was one thing he'd noticed that stuck. ]

“I've followed people out to the cornfields and they never go past the sixth row where the standing water is. All of them stop there and turn around and go back to town. It's like they don't even notice the world exists beyond that point.”

[ The skin on his stomach was starting to feel hot, like a sunburn. The heat slowly intensifying and creeping upwards. ]

“What's your role? Have you figured anything out?”