"R-really?" Alan asked, looking up, his mouth twitching before forming into a small smile. "I...t-that m-might be fun." He said, suddenly looking down, embarrassed. His face had turned red as a beat, the coloring compounded by how hot it was.  "I m-mean...I'm n-not very good at i-it.....but m-maybe after w-we find Zeke." He said, putting the pen away. "I don't see anything else around, so I can sto-WAAAH"<br/><br/>He grabbed a hold of his vest, the wind suddenly blowing incredibly strong, far more than it should have been with no build up. "W-what's happening!?" Alan asked, his voice drowning out by the wind. He closed his eyes, the sand picking up and flowing around them. A sandstorm? No, there should have been SOME build up, Alan thought.<br/><br/>He reached over to grab onto Alex, when another strong gust of wind blew, his hand suddenly feeling lighter. His eyes snapped open, and he looked back, seeing the map fly away. "T-the map!" He cried out, turning around and and reaching for it.<br/><br/>It was only a map, but Alan had put some effort into it, so he wanted it! And he wanted to beat up the stupid wind for taking it away! And, be it his want or something else, something answered him.<br/><br/>A ghostly, purple humanoid shot out of him, floating over the sands at a high speed, reaching out and grabbing a hold of the map. It spun around, showing that was was simply a humanoid, transparent being, completely devoid of detail, colored purple. As through the concept of "momentum" held no meaning to the ghost, it was instantly moving back to Alan as soon as it spun around, handing him back the map.<br/><br/>"Yay!" Alan cheered, pocketing the map quickly. Not even a moment later, the winds and sands of the desert storm died down. "H-huh...what was t-that about?"