Isaac Lewis

The thinking was, on some level, he was trying to be that kid.

The kid who fell into the gorge.

And apparently Peter's walks got longer and longer and more isolated, and then here comes the notice on the bulletin board.

The one I saw.

I can't remember exactly when the last time I saw him out there was, whether it was day two, day three.

I mean, my mind was getting to be like... I think of it as an old TV screen that's just showing a pattern of stripes sort of blipping up and down.

Shannon was at a loss, too, about where Peter was when I passed her.

Neither of us wanted to talk to Emma.

We weren't going near her.

He just... Who knows?

I'd walk until the pain in my feet got real bad.

Then I'd lie down on the road and think, if I just lie here and close my eyes, maybe, maybe the landscape will change.

But it was the exact same.

Always.

Always.

I was really weak, but I didn't have any appetite.

I rested near one of the water pumps, and when it was all over, that was where they found my tent.

I pitched it then, on day four, and I kept walking and never took my tent with me.

Left some food behind even, so that tells you where I was at mentally.

Time didn't even mean much at that point, but I started to imagine that the plane wasn't even a plane.