The truck door slams shut, they begin driving up the road to where they once were before. John, now with his fishing pole in his hand, starts to cast into the cold, frigid waters of Hawn River. Mike unpacks the remaining things from the truck.
Mike wanders off.
John calls for him.
No answer.
Mike is now in a dark hole lost in the tall blinding trees.
He screams for his man.
He listens.
Silence.
A truck pulls up from behind the frantic John.
He gets in.
He is deeply warmed by the fact of the driver.
Mike, still alone…
The driver who’s name is Troy, insists on leaving.
John is convinced…
Mike climbs out fearlessly
But he found tire tracks where he just layed.
Mike misses John.
John is happy.
Mike sees them.
Kissing.
Embracing.
Loving.
Mike is Shaken up.
As his tiredness kicks in, he sees lights coming at him.
He squints.
He falls.
He stops breathing.
John laughs.
John Kisses Troy.
Troy is happy.
The door opens.
Troy is dragging on dirt and rocks.
John is near Mike.
Mike gets up.
They walk.
Laughing.