"Freedom is nice. You'll like it. No one is going to put anymore needles into you anymore, I promise. No more tests, no more white rooms, no more Whitecoats." She said, remembering how it felt the first day she was free, she really didn't know how to be free, but she liked it nevertheless. "Of coarse this means we have to find food ourselves.  And water." Pecca reminded herself of how thirsty she was, and hoped she wouldn't dehydrate and pass out.<br/><br/>Pecca strained to listen for the round of running water, or the buzzing of water bugs but the only sound was their footsteps and the breeze rustling the bushes. Pecca could not smell any water though she did catch a whiff of desert hare, but it smelled old and who knows how far away it is now.  Pecca silently hoped that she would be able to find someplace safe, she would really hate to have her first friend die of dehydration or hunger.<br/><br/>But wait! What was that on the horizon? A sliver of small square shapes dotted the horizon. Houses! That meant humans, the ultimate danger. But it also meant food and water and perhaps safety. Pecca felt better now that they had a destination set and she knew that she'd be able to cope better among civilization than out in the wilderness.