the dire condition of a transitory epoch

A coming vehicle projected a warning sound. Sevjo looked at it, then at Tane who happened to glance at him from some distance away.

He knows I’m following him? Sevjo thought, then stopped walking, and toned his meter which looked like a PDA. On it Tane’s location was fixed. Something on Tane was locked up on the meter.

Sevjo did not want to sit down, fearing he would fall asleep and never wake up again. He stood again. Tane was coming towards him. Sevjo sat down.

‘Hi.’ Tane said to Sevjo.

Sevjo looked up. When he saw the eyes again, he was speechless. He was reminiscent of the desperation that long plagued this continent, some generations and now himself. Something that remained him of the protest against the dire condition of a transitory epoch.

He closed his eyes and looked down, not daring to look into hope.

‘Do you know where I can get to...’ Tane half knelt to show him a map.

Sevjo looked at the part of map. Once I was there. He wanted to show the direction, but his finger and mouth were hung and freezed.

‘Okay, I’ll find my way. Sorry to have disturbed you.’ Tane stood up and walked on.