Burbling rising from the creek...the soft rustle of footsteps and the sound of my own thoughts ricocheting around in my skull. Yes, today could be considered a good day, a day without fear or worry, but for Damien's almost broken demeanour and the heavy silence that choked the air around us. From the way the creek was rippling, widening and getting deeper but gentler, I would guess we would find a lake nearby. I hoped I was right, on account of Imogen's breath beginning to wheeze heavily in her throat. I worried about Akello too, the too-scarlet shade of her lips from the blood she had been spitting up. RÃ¦ven's intense gaze grounding my eyes, so i had nothing to do as we walked but listen to my anxious thoughts banging around inside my head.<span style="font-style: italic">Will Imogen make it to camp? Can we find something to cure Akello? Is there anyone else following us? What will happen to us now?</span>So many questions and so few answers, and fewer still, my hopes that this illusive camp was close.