SugarCube's Insomniac Asylum

"This is all your fault," Emily screamed. We had been walking or hours being cooked by the orange desert sun. It hadn't been my fault that her car broke down. I looked around for anything that might be poised to strike. Things like snakes and scorpions lived in deserts, as far as I knew, and they were certainly dangerous.
He loomed up in the distance. The sun made the dark figure featureless. Was this another dangerous thing I hadn't thought of. I could hear a faint buzz coming from somewhere, maybe from this figure. The only evident was his black hat and cloak. He moved his hand and a tornado materialized across the desert.
I grabbed Emily's hand and we started to run.