#Chapter 216 – Future Plans

The next morning, Victor and I make short work of packing up the tent. We send the boys off with a little H20 test kit to see if they can find fresh water, and they come back with a couple of bottles full. We quickly set the water to boil over the rekindled fire and then re-bottle it, slipping it into our backpacks for later use. Then, ready for our day – and whatever new magical twists it brings – we head out along the trail. It’s not really much of a trail, though, when I think about. We’re following what can best be described as a little game path, just a small winding clearing between plants in the woods, probably made by the routine travel of deer passing through. What we’re really following, I suppose, is our instincts. I sigh. More magic there, probably. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to it like Alvin and Ian clearly are. It was difficult, getting up this morning. My body dragged against the dawn, screaming for more sleep. When I was able to pry my eyes open, I found Alvin