"That's more than me. I've never fed any animals. Unless you count the Junkyard Dog." Who is already gone, and who they miss deeply. Everyone is gone now, almost. It's awful.

But where else are they going to go? Misty is still here, at least. Rosinante will be for a while. They'll manage. They have to.

They start out across the field, mostly full of dead-spirit-grass and some few shoots of new growth, and a lot of rocks. It seems like maybe they should get rid of some of those rocks. "Misty has seeds. From the greenhouse. Maybe we can bring some actual plants out from there, too."