Half of it was clearly food—though it didn’t look old and primitive like the bag itself. More like an equivalent of military rations, packed tight and made to feed her for long periods. There were a few vials of dark green liquid, like an exotic liquor Sarah might’ve seen on the set of some ancient sci-fi-classic, probably accompanied with cubes of dry ice for extra effect. A worn knife made of rusty red metal, and that was it. Not so much as a sleeping bag or a jacket.