In the Beyond, land without fathom, a deadly game is about to end . . . I swiveled out of the way just in time as the attacking zipper came at me again, this time deliberately trying to kick up a wall of sand at me. I dodged through it, not without taking a masking of sand, and finally landed a glimpse of the mystery rider. Definitely not Theo. Unless Theo had sprouted breasts in the last ten minutes. My throat met with my chest. The figure wore a fitted bodysuit and shiny black helmet. The bodysuit was black to match, with vibrant pink and green stripes up the sides. Once again the desert had tricked its flower.