1.
At the pygmy head-hunter ceremony where I am being sacrificed: holding spears, they pierce me straight through the chest. Gathered around in a circle they set my body up on a pyre. The wizard breaks in and blasts them into dust with his wand.
2.
I travel back through the desert near the salt water, where the stretching sand melts into the mountains. I am driving a dusty pick-up truck, searching for the blue emerald. I am racing back along the precipice, the cliff edge where the sea meets the abyss.