Rand stared up at Mike, confused. "Are you trying to destroy yourself? That kind of silver will kill you or by the least cripple you where you're walking like an old man. Besides, I can't even get up from this or I'll get shocked immediately like I just found out," Rand explained, then intentionally dropped the syringe on the ground. A year here had been too long. He needed to figure out how to get out.

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Anthony stopped his whistling as he heard something nearby. He looked around, wondering what it was. [i]Moron, making noise in this place,[/i] he thought. Anthony got down on the ground, pulling out his dagger. After several minutes of nothing, the hunter slightly relaxed. Was heading back to the town more ideal now? He seemed to be just getting lost from following this stream. His head was cleared now, or at least he assumed it was. He wasn't helping anyone hear and only endangering himself now. Anthony breathed, it was time to go back.