[Ishu]

November 29th, Chicago; Sewer #17.

With some difficulty, he opened up the bottle, after finding it, while carrying her in his arms and helped her take a few gulps. He capped the bottle and put it into her bag, which he lay on her stomach and started walking. With a smile, Amante remarked, "Not a chance." He continued forward through the darkness of the sewers and continued, "Get some rest. I'll wake you up when we get there..."


November 30th, Chicago; Sewer #17.


But he didn't. Amante entered the camp and took her to her tent, where he lay here down in bed, tossed her bag under the bed but where it could be easily reached and tucked her in under the blankets.