He had been staring at the sign in front for over half an hour. He had been travelling for over two weeks, alone, in the mountains. The sun was up in the sky, burning everything that didn’t have the brown colour. Luckily, he had a hat on, so he was safe from insolation. His bottle had enough water to last him for two more hours. “Stop. End of road.” How can that be? The map clearly showed that it connected the two small villages in that area. Could he be lost? He couldn’t. He had his compass and it pointed the right direction. Suddenly, a figure appeared from the other side.

“Joan”, said Chris.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”, but the figure did not listen to him and moved on.

“Joan, wait. Where are you going?”, shouted Chris, taking a hasty step towards it.