Akne fell to the ground, The heat, the sun, the lack of alcohol, they all had left him weak. He could no longer stand. What had his military training taught him about this situation? Lets see, if you are alone in the desert with no water and no shade, miles from anywhere, kiss your butt goodbye.

Akne tried using what little clothing he had on him to cover his head and as much of his exposed skin as possible, but he had left wearing very little. "Note to self," he thought, "next time you run into the desert, take a hat and some proper clothing- and maybe some water. " Unfortunately, it looked like there would be no next time.

He began to feel dissy. Images of large plates of eggplant filled his head. He hated eggplant. Why couldn't his mad dreams at least have food he liked? Even worse, the wine in his dream was his own houseblend. It was not only nasty, it was moldy. it also did not go well with the eggplant. This just could not do.

Finding stregnth from teh idea of bad wine and eggplant, Akne rose to his feet. Looking around he thought he saw images of people in the distance; they looked familiar. maybe Spethi, maybe Ahmes, Tayfun, a few strangers...AND ALLI

This was worse than the eggplant. Stuggling, Akne began to move away. That gaggle could only be up to no good.