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"How fast can a wendigo travel, Dad?" Amanda was asking from the split level landing. "I mean ... at baseline ... because it's kind of all-terrain." He just stared up at her with his eyebrows raised. "Never mind," she continued. "You're just going to ask me the average size of a wendigo, because height and weight would be needed to determine speed. And probably region and altitude, right?" He nodded, still silent with eyebrows still raised. "Crap," Amanda sighed. "Thanks, Dad." When she'd gone, he was swept away by a curious mix of relief and frustration; he wasn't sure why she asked about crazy things like this and, even so, he felt embarrassed not to have the answer. "I don't even know what a wendigo is," he thought, picking up his phone.