Running was not a good idea.

Miles' head pounded with pain as his ran, his body feeling sluggish even as he knew that he was running as fast as he could. Eventually, though, Pess bounded back to him and threw him on her back before she resumed pursuing Ken's scent. Catching his breath and clinging to her mane, Miles swallowed the lump of fear that threatened to escape his lips, the burn in the back of his throat as vile rose from his stomach.

His fever and fear-induced delusion was still giving him flashes of that day, in the hospital, as he had stood on the outside of the rooftop's fence. Phoenix's mother had stopped him, then, because she was the only one who was there for him.

He'd felt so alone, before she came. How alone was Ken, now?

"...Stupid Ken." Miles understood, so painfully, what his best friend must be feeling now. Ken had told him about what his future might hold... maybe. Maybe this had something to do with it. It made him feel even more sick, thinking about it.

He crushed his eyes shut, fighting off the headache, and when he opened them again, Pess had brought them to the edge of the beach.