**Route 28**<br/><br/>He would watch the Professor leave, and he would give a nod. "Aye. Good night, then."<br/><br/>He would clean up his camp eventually, the uneaten soup being covered up, and the pot being left out over the fire. He'd curl up in a sleeping bag in his tent, and rest.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>First light came. He awoke with practiced ease, and instantly went about his morning routine. Finding a spot to go to the bathroom, and all the related 'fun' (Not) stuff. Then it was back to start a small fire again, to heat up the left over soup, and pack stuff up.<br/><br/>By the time the soup was heated up again, he had everything put away, save for the pot and things around it. He finished off what was left of it for breakfast, drank some more berry juice, and extinguished the fire.<br/><br/>Pot, grill, and even the rocks that he had used as a ring around his campfire were packed up into the small handcart. Coincidentally enough, Just as he was getting a little antsy and wanting to move, he saw Samuel coming back. "Morning." He'd say, in greeting.