He didn’t and he wouldn’t. He trudged on until he was nearly a half mile from the forest, his legs moving on autopilot, his mind far away, drifting and lost in exhaustion. Eventually he collapsed onto his knees and rolled down a hill until he was looking up at the sky above him. Well, it appeared the stars would be appreciated whether the human cared to look up or not. He regarded them with a cold indifference ordinarily reserved for crushing ants beneath one’s feet. Their beauty did nothing to assuage him. He closed his eyes. This would be a good enough place to sleep, he reckoned.