The second oasis he found was on the fifth and final day, just as he was starting to seriously lose moisture. He almost couldn’t believe what he saw. It was a large rock formation with dark soil surrounding it, with abundant plant life and shady trees. There was a God-damn spring bursting from numerous rocks. One was even powerful enough to count as a waterfall in its own right. So of course he stripped down, and with joyful abandon, dived into the small lake. It was little more than a glorified pond, but it was the Mare Nostrum as far as Handy could give a rat’s arse.