Today was not much better. Lawrence was once again laying on my shoulder, muttering in his sleep. He jumped out of nowhere, causing me to snap out of my waking sleep.

  "What was that?" I asked him. Angelo, who was right beside me, stirred at my voice.

  "Why are you waking up Angelo? And it was nothing, just a bad dream. Remember the last time you had a nightmare, Felix?" he asked me.

  I rolled my eyes, "We don't talk about that. Go to sleep, Angelo. Nothing's wrong."

  He got up and yawned, "What happened?"

  "Just Lawrence being Lawrence. Now go back to sleep and save up on your energy. I heard if it's clear tomorrow, we're going to start moving again," I informed Angelo.

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  "I hope we do," Lawrence said, "We've been stuck here for long enough. I can't wait until we're back at the base where it's warm and nice. Maybe we'll end up going back to the village too."

  "Would you stay if you could?" I asked him as Angelo laid back down.

  He shrugged, "I've got some life in Chicago. Not a very good one though."

  "I know what you mean. I hate my life in France. I just want to stay in the village. I'm sure the people I know already think I'm dead in the first place," I told him.

  He nodded, "I understand."

  Nothing much happened today. All is quiet as we save our energy. There is nothing more we can do. Georges is gone from us. It seems like William the Aussie died last month, when he only died last week. How many more of us gone before we finish the mission? Should we even be doing this in the first place? Everything about our road back from getting the information is telling me that we shouldn't be here. We shouldn't mess with what God wants for us.