The Ranger slept deeply, waking slowly after many hours. He had a crick in his neck, and the rocks were digging into his back, but otherwise he felt very refreshed. He became aware slowly, holding on to the fading warmth of sleep. A soft snoring sound brought him suddenly to full alertness and he looked around, expecting to find a wild animal in the cave.<br/><br/>He was shocked to find the boy sleeping beside him. The poor kid was wind blown, shivering, and ragged. He knew how fast he was walking. For the kid to have kept up with him, he knew he would have had to run himself to the bone.<br/><br/>"Damnn fool..." he muttered angrily, "Idiot. Why did you go and do this? Now I'll have your blood on my hand with the rest of them."<br/><br/>He gently lowered the kid to the cave floor and rose. Pacing around the small area, he began trying to think of a way to keep the kid safe. He new he wouldn't agree to go back. But he was in danger here. What was he to do?