[All new people, no familiar faces. He closes his eyes for a moment, reminding himself not to get his hopes up - a mantra done every month now that the Newfeather arrival is so constant. When his time is up, he tilts his head back and looks up at Cliff, the plaintive whine of a child clear on his face.]

I think making so many maps and pamphlets has broken me. Do you think a person can go crazy from drawing too many of the same things?