Murdoc woke up before dawn and climbed over a sleeping 2D, getting out from under the covers.
"Where are you going?" asked Pot, still groggy from sleep.
"To the toilet. Then I'll go to my bed," Murdoc whispered. "Go back to sleep."
"Okay," 2-D mumbled, hugging the pillow and falling back asleep.
Murdoc quietly dressed, grabbed the necessary things and, trying not to creak, went down the stairs. Turning the key sticking in the keyhole of the front door, he left the house.
The sun had already risen, although still below the trees blue twilight hung around. Murdoc looked at his watch, assessed the situation and, choosing a direction, walked parallel to the coastline into the depths of the forest.
Some time later, having gone far away from the house, he found a rocky area covered with moss. Throwing his things on the moss, Murdoc gathered dry grass, moss and branches, and made a small fire. Putting a log he had taken from the house on top of the fire he began to lay various objects around the fire, such as skulls of small animals and birds, and various plants and mushrooms. Unable to resist, he ate one of the mushrooms himself. Then he took a thick wax candle from his pocket and set it upright, covering it from the wind with a piece of stone.
Lighting the fire and the candle, he sits down beside them, taking out a bottle, pouring a little into the fire, as well as drinking some himself. When the fire was slightly burnt out, Murdoc pulled a piece of a burnt stick out of it and drew several signs around it with charcoal.
Carefully so as not to break it, he pulled a quail egg from his breast pocket and put it in the fire. Wiping his hand on his jacket, he took out his smartphone and, rummaging through his notes, read a couple of pages of incantations over the fire.
Once finished, Murdoc began to pick an egg out of the ash with the burnt stick. Carefully, he chopped it up, took out the handful of salt he had saved, salted the egg and ate it, looking into the blue sea.
"Muds!" he heard a cry and, lifting his head, saw 2-D running towards him.
Once he reached Murdoc, he stopped next to him and put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.
"Do you have something interesting here?" He asked, rubbing his nose. "You didn't invite me."
"You were asleep," Murdoc said, chewing, brushing off his mouth and hands.
"Yes. But I would not have been offended if you woke me up."
"Well, help me right now."
"What do you want?"
"Take this carefully," Murdoc handed him the unburned edge of the log. "Throw it into the water."
"Okay," 2-D said, taking the wood. "I can do that."
Swinging, he tossed the log into the waves of the bay. As it touched the water, the log hissed, and, shrouded in a light haze of fog, drifting on the surface.
"Wow," 2-D said. "Great. Is there anything else hot to throw in the water?"
"No, nothing else," Murdoc said as he dismantled the structure of stones and skulls.
"It's a pity," 2-D sighed. "Maybe we will set something on fire?"
"Enough with you," Murdoc said, getting to his feet and trampling the last of the sparks.
"Well, yes," 2-D agreed. "Enough with me. How do you feel by the way? Did you sleep well?"
"Will you haunt me now?" Murdoc asked.
"No, I won't. I was just asking."
"I'm going to have breakfast and coffee," Murdoc said.
"Well, drink, okay," 2-D shrugged. "So you slept well?"
"Slept as well as you let me."
"I was snoring again, right?"
"No."
"Thank God," 2-D breathed. "What was it then? Did I bother you in a different way?"
Murdoc appreciated the place of the former fire, found the cleaning satisfactory, and dusted off his hands and looked at 2-D.
"A little," he replied.
"A little is not bad, is it?" 2-D asked.
"No, it's not bad. Moreover, I asked for it myself."
2-D sniffed.
"Come on," he called. "Do you remember the road?"
"You just have to walk along the coast."
"Exactly," 2-D agreed. "Yes. What were you doing back there, anyway?"
"Why do you care?" Murdoc asked. "Prayed to the sun god."
"Really?" 2-D was surprised. "How lovely."
"Sounds like you don't know me!" Murdoc chuckled grimly.
"I know," 2-D nodded. "A little. Probably. Sometimes I know. Sometimes I don't know if I know."
"You don't know if you know?"
"I don't know if I know."
"But I know you very well," Murdoc said.
"That's right," 2-D said. "If I get confused, there will be someone to ask who I am. But tell me,If I really get confused and ask you, will you tell me what I really was or what you want me to be?"
Murdoc took a long time to collect his thoughts, after which he raised his finger and said gravely:
"Enough."
"What did I ask?" 2-D wondered. "By the way, what are you planning to do after breakfast?"
"I want to walk around the island to the north-east."
"Specific plans. Can I go with you?"
"If you promise that in five minutes you won't start whining that you are tired."
"I promise not to whine," 2-D agreed.
