Surprisingly, the endless stretches of desert gave Blindfold a lot of time to think. These are the things he thought about:
-The Desert it hot.
Yes, surprisingly the desert is hot. Very hot.
-He hated sand.
Yes, sand was probably worse than all the plights he had faced so far. (He had faced a lot.) It got everywhere. EVERYWHERE.
-Deserts were not exciting.
No honor, no glory, just sand and blisters in unfortunate places.
-Being blind sucks.
Yes, he was blind, but he also had his Sight, which wasn't working at the moment, so he was truly blind. And it sucked.
-Hallucinations?
He kept thinking he felt someone, just standing there and watching him. It always ended up being a rock or a bone.
-A bone?
Yes, there were bones. Spoopy.
-Am I going crazy?
Yeah, just a little bit. But a little crazy is healthy sometimes.
He ended up finding a large spurt of rock to camp under for the night. He was unable to build a fire, but that's fine. Hopefully he was able to scare off any creatures by himself. He didn't really need the warmth, he was more adaptive than a regular human.
He practiced his echolocation for a little bit, clicking his tongue and delighted that he could at least know where things were. He hadn't practiced in a while, not since he had mastered his Sight. He was glad that he still had the ability, although he was rusty and he could only determine roughly the shape of things.
He considered giving himself up, letting Him take over, but expunged the thought from his mind. He wasn't that desperate. Not yet. He might not be entirely human, but he still had to eat, at least he thought so, and that might be his only way out. Besides, he reasoned, if something or someone had pulled him here, they, or it, must have pulled other people here, too. His worry was that if someone had the power to bring him here, they wouldnt be very friendly.