Mystic heard footsteps and could only hope that it was not those men again. He did not wish to be put on display. He heard the sound of a females voice. That didn't sound like the fishermens voice. Even in his feverish state he could register that fact. His breathing was shallow and labored because of needing what he had been denied for so long. He hears other peoples footsteps. He hoped he was not about to die. He did not wish to do so.<br/><br/>Sometime later he felt reality coming back to him. Felt the darkness that had taken over him fading. He groans as he felt the coolness of the water go away. Hears the water droplets as the cloth was wrung out. His lips moving yet no sounds came out of it. His eyes opened slowly. Feverish yet the water was helping to cut it back some. "Wa...te...r..." he sounds out. The voice extremely raspy. He just needed some. It would help him. The more he had the better he would get.