[She wants her goddamn gun. (Why isn’t its familiar weight on her back?)

[Forget the game. Where is this. A place seems to—appear, doesn’t, glimmering like an oasis. Caitlyn scans the ground (is that… sand?) and, spying no traps or tripwires, steps out.]

Illusion.... [Or is it “delusion”? It’s half-muttered.]