Their extrasensory allowed them to see with little more effort than was needed in daylight. Thomas kept himself loose as he jogged through the wasteland. He calculated that they were running in twenty-minute bursts, which they alternated with brisk walks of a half-hour or so. Only one of them at any one time was conscious of the power of endurance, of a shortness of breath or fatigue. Whenever Thomas got tired, he would release his brother Levi’s senses, now carried in the back of his mind. Levi would then become the aware one. And still walking or jogging beside Levi, Thomas would rest his own senses inside Levi’s head. This cooperation between them worked well to ease Thomas’ desperate need to put as much space between himself and Miacis as he could for as long as he could. Yet, from the moment he had run, he had known that Miacis would chase him and eventually would catch him. It was all part of his plan. The Nolight of Dustland grew monotonous. Thomas imagined he was alone, tricked by his senses into thinking he was on a treadmill which carried him through unending time.
