As it gets dim enough that he starts stumbling over small rocks and things,
he finds a spot and sits down to wait for full dark and the town lights. XXX “That’s the way it works. He isn’t sure any more. Everything he’d build would be gone by
the next sunrise, if it was touching the stone, or over it. He figures, unless he finds water, this is his last day. “Hey, Jack,” Nate suddenly said, looking past Jack towards the dunes behind
him, “is that someone else coming up over there?”
Jack spun around and looked. I get to decide whether they keep going or just end? “Nate, do accidents count?”
Nate lifted his head a little bit. Then he has to face his next, harder question – which way does he go from here?
