The cell phone text read, "stay where you are, I love you."<br/><br/>His Dad's voice seemed to be going away from him, he was not going near him.  The grass of the prairies seemed to get longer and longer when moving out and seemed to get shorter and shorter when getting in.  The book gave no further narrative of what he was supposed to do next.  Not sure what else to do, Jonathon got down on his knees and bowed his head, trying to think what he should do next.<br/><br/>"Ambrosia!" he cried out; he had no one else to turn to and no way to know what to do next.