"I have to go."

And I rolled round on one foot, looked for her, and ran into the bushes towards the stream, that is wider than a stream, and for a long time doesn’t have water, and I've often wondered alone, when there will be water, so I go there occasionally. And it's the way out; you cross it, by going over thick stones, joined by a thick fallen trunk, but be careful. Be careful I thought as I thundered through the shortest route, which was difficult thick, nettles and cutting brambles, sometimes as high as my face. Be careful, you, I don't know if it's in water, today, and you'll trip you'll trip, and those stairs are heavy, and the water gets deep in that place.