Another long day passed slowly. To all outward appearances – boring and pointless – but to our inward beings – rich and satisfying – and all the more so as we shared with one another around the evening meal.
We are agreed as to the direction of our next move, down to the route we will take – supplied by Sy.
What remains is the all important timing. We all agree. We will not set out, or should not set out until there is one more addition to our party.
But as to who that may be, we are not in agreement.
The Captain thinks it will be Tomas; Mei opts for Meesa; Sy and I are certain it will be Elam. Elijah remains silent.