My nose didn’t deceive me. This really is a human town. A small one, granted, but there still might be clothes around here somewhere, and once I have those, I should be able to find out where I am.

I search the town’s perimeter for a sign that might tell me its name. I don’t find one. What I do find is an older man with a beer belly and a long, ill-kept beard. He’s sitting on his patio, smoking when he spots me. Straight away, he rushes into his house. At first, it seems ...