Seeing the light, Jules tries to move towards it.  Maybe it is a way out.  At least it is someplace he can wait out the night.  Those are so tight about his breasts, he would love to get them off.  Or get his arms free, the muscles starting to cramp badly.  His stomach growling, he was starting to get so hungry.  He walks and walks and walks, ducking or trying to twist away from shrubs, but still cutting himself numerous times.<br/><br/>His body aches and itches and throbs with all the cuts and scrapes, and then the mosquitoes find him, biting him mercilessly.  Wishing yet again, with one more reason, that he had his hands free to swat them all.  And all he can really do is suffer their bites.<br/><br/>Turning, he rounds yet another bush to appear in a clearing...  with a small lake and flat rock....  He stops at the sight, sagging there, letting out a sigh.  He is right back where he started, it is almost enough to make him cry.<br/><br/>Jules goes to the rock, then falls to his knees next to the rock.  Lowering his eyes, tears starting to well up that he could not find his way out.  Kneeling there, his head lowered.  "Please.... please," he begs to the world at large.  "Please...  take me back.... please.... I beg you.... take me back."