I SAID, MAKE YOUR OWN DAMN BREAKFAST!


"Where are we, now?" Gers asked aloud.

"We could be anywhere!" Jasmine exclaimed. "I mean; for the past few miles it's just been desert, desert and more desert!"

Gers and Jasmine had been jogging ever since Chicoga to about a mile back. They've finally been starting to walk, but only just realizing that they've strolled into a desert. The far, extremely tall moutains in the distance were clearly visible, except the rippling heat coming from out of the scalding hot sand.

"We'll never survive for much longer," Gers said.

"I know," Jasmine said.

"We should change direction and start running again," Gers suggested.

"To what?" Jasmine asked.

They stopped.

"Well," Gers said. "The sun is setting behind us, so that means those mountains are east." He paused. "So... To the left is north, and right is south."

"We should head south," Jasmine said. "We came here from there, so it should lead to the ocean again."

"Yeah, and we were able to see those mountains like we can now," Gers said. "So we're near."

"Yeah."