To the wagon.

You decide to continue on to the wagon, figuring if you head to the town and no one's there, whoever comes from the tour agency might have come and gone before you reach the wagon again. Hurried along by this idea, you head to the wagon. You notice as you travel that the day is moving on, and the sun is going down. It looks as though, within an hour or so, it will be dusk, and you know what that means.
Your thoughts are broken as you come upon the wagon site. You freeze, staring at the sandy ground where the wagon had once been.
"What the...?" You mutter.Where the wagon had once been, now there was nothing. No pieces of broken wood or tour brochures. And worse still, not tracks. No sign that anyone, or anything--including the wagon itself--had ever been there at all.
You stare, unblinking and think: How can this be? And what the hell do I do now?