I looked around, my worst fears a reality. I did not know where I was. The well was on my right a second ago—or was it my left?

“Although Willem got me to safety, he also got me lost,” I thought, “perhaps if he wasn’t a coward he wouldn’t be dead right now, and I wouldn’t be out here fetching water.”

No, I said to myself, shaking my head as the elusive fog filled me with irrationable thoughts; he saved me, I can’t blame him for doing something noble.

That doesn’t make up for the fact that I’m lost, in an open area that stretches for 100 meters in all directions.

I heard a sound that made my blood run cold. “I may be lost,” I muttered to myself, “but They are not.”

My heart beat like a drum inside my chest, the fog making it hard to concentrate.

Clutching Willem’s lifeles hand, while slinging the skins on my back, I tried to limp to where I thought my house—no, my safe haven may be.
I will get the water to Tabitha, she is counting on me.
I began to walk home, dirty and disapointed.