"Not yet. I'll rest tonight, probably by the fire, like a good camper." He thinks he's joking, but that will likely end up being the case. "You'll want water and some food, I think, but you'll find the next time, you'll be less winded. It just takes practice."

The treeline only partially obscures the cabins located opposite the camp from where they entered. Everyone seems to be having a good time, despite the looming possibility of something going catastrophically wrong. Hopefully, all of his paranoia will turn out to be for nothing.

"You take care of yourself this week. Keep a level head and you'll be fine."