It's dim, the first hint of dawn floating in with a single distant birdsong on the wind. It's calm--or it should be, soothing--or it would be, if he knew where he was, or how he got here, or who the person handcuffed to him is. He tugs gently at the cuffs to confirm that they're real.
"Which way were we going?"
Vance walks in that direction. He occasionally mutters about the names of plants they pass. He only sort of cares about repeating himself.
"Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not." He looks back over his shoulder every couple steps.
Fair enough. Onward.
"Do you h...ear something?"
"Yeah, lots of things. Footsteps. Talking. What do you hear?"
"I don't know. Nothing." Does Vance pull away if Mica slips his hand into his?
He squeezes Mica's hand.
"Hey. We'll get out. I'm sorry about all this."
"Probably not your fault."
"Yeah, probably... oh, I don't recognize that bush..."
"You can look it up when we get out of here?"
"There's an app for it, hang on..." Vance attempts to turn his phone on. It is still out of battery.
"Never mind, I guess I'll have to look it up later."
"Are you feeling okay?"
"...No, I don't think I am."
"Do you need to rest? You said you had... actually, I don't think you said what exactly, but trouble walking?"
"Might as well. Where are we going?"
"We're trying to get back to civilization..."
"Oh. Yeah. We should probably hurry, then."
"Are you going to be okay with that, physically?"
Shrug. "Do we know how far it is?"