Sophie Sullivan couldn't help but feel that something wasn't right...
She was starting to regret it.
She wondered if it had really been necessary to agree to his request just then if she had just waited a little longer.
After all, he had drunk more water than she had, and sooner or later, he would have to go to the restroom...
The sun set in the west, its last hint of orange light disappearing over the horizon. The group found a gentle sand dune to rest on for the night.
The men in black set up the tents and started preparing dinner for the evening.
Sophie Sullivan sat in the tent, her elbows propped on her knees, her chin resting in her hands. This was probably her first time spending the night in the desert since she could remember.
The burning bonfire drove away the darkness.
Thomas Shannon sat by the fire with the men in black, roasting tonight's dinner.
The enticing aroma of roasted meat filled the air, awakening the hunger in Sophie Sullivan's stomach.
