The Hyperdome
Gripping the locket, Walter sunk to his knees and kissed the arid ground. He gave thanks to the planes of the Wastes, for although almost baron, they had reared him. His body, sinewy and scarred as it was, felt strong and his heart thudded tremendously in his chest at the prospect of revenge. He opened the locket to gaze at their beloved faces one final time.
