The sun was scorching above, staring directly down upon the runaways. Sweat beaded in the creases of Louis's face as he struggled with putting a tent together. Not long after beginning, he gave in to his frustrations. "[i]Ugh[/i], this is stupid."

	"Did you read the instructions?" Issac's sarcastic voice swept across the sands from where he was happily sitting in the shade of his constructed tent. The gloating only made Louis's frustration grow from simmering to searing.

	"Okay, could you just, okay?" Louis was frantically gesturing at the tent when he realized what was about to happen. A force entered his skull, something akin to a headache. [i]Not what I meant.[/i]

	"I know," Isaac's voice crossed the sands again, calmly, perhaps absentmindedly, answering Louis's thought. "But this is easier." Louis watched as his hands calmly and efficiently constructed the tent. Once the tent was finished, the weight inside Louis's head vanished, leaving him slightly weary.

	"Next time, not without [i]explicit[/i] invitation, okay?"

	The rest of the time was passed with idle jokes and thw occasional training session as they set up their new homes. They stretched a tarp out from the tree and staked it into the sand for another area of shade away from their tents. They dug a fire pit and tapped the tree. By the end of the day, Louis and Isaac sat underneath the tree exhausted; Ryan was busying himself lamenting over his bike. It wasn't long until Louis began nodding off.

	Louis's REM was spent in fire with Curse parading him around the destroyed world of the future. Despite the context of the dream, Louis slept the deepest he had since he walked out of the hospital. He woke slowly, fighting desperately to climb out of his dream. The sun wasn't quite above the horizon yet; streaks of color blanketed the sky and Louis found himself once again appreciating the beauty of the world. He sat up straight and stretched. He had apparently fallen asleep against the tree instead of in his tent, his chilled bones ached as he roused. Louis pondered for a moment if Ryan had caused the sleep or if it had come by naturally. He guessed he wouldn't know. He cursed his past self for not digging a latrine like he was supposed to do, now having to dig it whilst desperately needing to use it. He dug the trench, soaked its walls, and zipped himself back up. He observed himself as he walked back. His clothes were ratty and unfit for camping. "Hey, uh, did we happen to... um, steal any clothes?"