Todd couldn’t believe it. After everything he’d been through to make it to Harvest, those incredulous pencil-pushers were sending him back to the flatlands. He’d come to them for help, but as usual they couldn’t see how dangerous the situation had become. True, now that The Inquirer and Reflection once again acknowledged Oblivion’s existence the town was no longer haunted by the plague of forgetfulness, however this was merely a delay, not a solution.

A silver lining to this was that Todd would not have to traverse the Phantom Plains to return. As his car crossed the state line, he worried about what he’d tell everyone back in Oblivion. It was clear no one would look out for them except themselves.