The Pumping Station was never as bad as Daxter liked to
pretend, there were Metal Heads sure but those were easy to avoid, easy to
clear out and even easier now that Kor was gone. The Pumping Station didn’t do
anything but pump water, there wasn’t any eco for them, there wasn’t even any
food. Most of the other animals got run off when the metal platforms got
drilled into the rocks and security drones got dumped in the water.
These days it’s just a mess of silent machinery and
windmills creaking in the breeze, nothing like Sentinel Beach but at the same
time not, not like Sentinel Beach…he was getting his words mixed up again.
Happened more often now, worse when he tried to find all the places from
SandOver in Haven. Where was the Jungle? Was it the Forest or was it the
Temple? Where was the Fire Canyon? Where was the Farmer’s hut and the Lurker
Sometimes he ended up punching a wall because everything
was so eerily familiar but not because it didn’t match up, not exactly.
Sometimes he ended up heading out to a place, a new place, looking for the old