A.J. hears the loud greeting from the distant, thing. A feeling of relief washes over him; for now he is certain this is real, and he assumes whatever it may be knows English.<br/>He starts shouting "Don't leave me!" as he attempts to quicken his pace despite the symptoms of dehydration taking their tole on his already weak body.<br/>A.J. runs for a solid four minutes before tripping over his own feet and falling to the ground. Pulling his face from the sand he looks to the horizon; whatever he'd been running to was near enough for him to see two large satellite dishes protruding from it's top. He attempts to stand again, but his legs demand rest. Ignoring more of his body's peas, A.J. gets back to his feet, and continues onward at a walking pace and a big smile across his face.<br/>"Salvation..." A.J. says through heavy breaths, "Here I ... come..."