Tough it out

'Rest is more important.' Eris decides.

Squashing the heat down, she tries her best to fall asleep. Eventually, she drifts off but her dreams are filled with sausages of all shapes and sizes.

"Which one do you like?" A chef looking strangely like Mr Cox asks her. "The King Frankfurter, our most premium and largest cut, boasting a length of 14 inches, bursting with delicious juices. ORRRRR the cocktail wiener, a sad 3 inch sausage you can scoff down with one bite?"

He sets down the plates before her, going: CHOOSE! in a booming voice as Eris shakes her head in refusal.

Eris wakes, groggy and disoriented, her stomach grumbling with hunger. Her mood is made worse when she realizes that she has to settle for some dried nuts for breakfast, rather than the rich meals her father would usually cook for her.

It seemed like Marcus and Brandon did not get a good night's sleep either as they both chew on their nuts in contemplative silence, their usual banter absent.

After packing up their campsite, they head off, ready to begin their second day on the road.