I take him to my teepee and lay him down peacefully. It is barly big enough to fit both of us inside. When I open the bag there is a knife, as sharp as sharp can be, six thick ropes, a bottle probably for water, a large net, and a large box of matches. None of it is wet thankfully. It was all in a steel container thick enough to be a safe. How did he get here carrying this? He must have got here the same way I did.
