"Where did this wind come from?" Alex growled, suspicious, when the wind suddenly picked up. When the map got blown away, he was literally a second away from swearing about it. Alan put too much effort into that thing for him to be happy with that. However, he stopped when something suddenly shot out of Alan and grabbed it.<span style="font-style: italic">'What is that?'</span>He thought to himself. When it returned the map to Alan, and the sandstorm died down, he narrowed his eyes. "Kid, keep your eyes open. I don't think that was a natural sandstorm." Glancing around, he looked for something, anything, that stood out. For example, something, or someone, who could make a fake sandstorm at will.