He waits for her to wake while preparing a base camp.

John stopped staring at the **** Jasmine and began to take stock of his surroundings. They were stranded for who knows how long.

He began work on setting up a base camp.

Organised his supplies, he found that for the both of them they had enough fresh water for 2 days and food for a week, if they rationed well. Luckily John had often gone camping with his grandfather before he set out on his eternal voyage. They hunted peasants and deers with his M1, so he was at least a little familiar with the outdoors. John had been raised by his grandfather since his mother and father died in a tragic car accident when he was but a lamb. They lived in Epping forest in Essex in a remote village. A quiet but pleasant place.

He began using the hand axe to collect low hanging branches to assemble a shelter. On the edge of the forest he began to construct a simple lean-to on some of the palm trees using the tarp as a roof and the branches as insulation and walls.

Routinely he checked on Jasmine and poured a little water in her mouth. Once the roof was constructed he dragged her into the shade.

Finally out of the blazing sun John estimated the time to be around 3:30 and his stomach was rumbling. He began construction of a fire pit to warm the beans and stew for tea. He used the classic bow drill method to start a fire and by four had a roaring fire fueled by palm stems and branches. The sun was already beginning to set. It was already soaking in the sea, painting it a fantastic orange. The fire danced in front of John the flames leaping upwards only to come crashing down. He watched the light dance across Jasmine's porcelain face. The cut on her head already healing. A smile crept into the corner of his mouth as he watched the beauty dream. Hours pasted and the peace of nature was broken by an ungodly noise!

Snoring!! John couldn't believe it! The loud noise came from this fragile little thing! Even the animals were momentarily shocked to silence... Before the cries and calls once more filled the air.

With a silent chuckle John rolled over in the warm sand and watched the fire die as he drifted off to sleep...