"I survived," he thought, feeling fatigue come over him.

And with that thought, he drifted into sleep.

Chris lay on the hay, twitching and muttering. He was having a dream in which he was trying to catch up with his beloved Mary. They were running in the woods, and Mary kept trying to get away from Chris. He tried to catch her from behind a tree, but missed every time. They laughed, but Chris couldn't catch Mary's hand.

There was a lot of fog around, which gradually became thicker and thicker. The fog turned a purple color, and Chris began to peer into the thicket. He saw two familiar rocks that connected him to the hunt. He looked back at Mary and saw intense fear in her eyes.

– What's wrong? – Chris tried to say, but heard himself in a distorted voice. Mary shrieked suddenly:

– Chris!

He jerked sharply and woke up.

Realizing he was in the hangar, Chris felt pain from the bruises he had received in the crash. He tried to stand up, clenching his teeth against the pain in his side.

– Well, it looks like a cracked rib," he thought. Chris got up and walked to the hangar gate and opened the half-broken gate. Squinting against the sunlight, he stepped outside.

Chris looked around and wondered what to do next. He realized that if he got to the road, he would have to walk seven kilometers more to his house in the woods than if he walked through the forest. Chris was well oriented in these parts and knew that the forest was his fastest route.

He was running through his head how to contact Ted, who lived three kilometers from Chris's forest home. But first he needed to get to the cabin. Chris looked up at the sun to see where north was and where south was. He quickly oriented himself and moved toward the forest.

The forest was sparse, and Chris slowly but surely made his way deeper into the thicket. The forest was thick, and Chris walked slowly but steadily into the thicket.

– I would never hurt Mary," he muttered. Chris thought about the airplane that had gone down yesterday. It was clearly not a passenger airliner, but a freighter. He tried to recall important details and suddenly remembered that the tail of the airplane was labeled "Atmosphere".

– We'll have to hurry to get there before dark," Chris sighed and quickened his pace. As he made his way through the forest, he noticed that it was getting denser. It was good that it was not cloudy today, so he could orient himself by the sun. But he had to take into account the radius of change of direction every hour. Chris knew these places well because of his training. His father had been a wilderness survivalist for many years and had taught Chris everything he needed to know. It was his father who built this house in the woods.

After a few hours of wandering, Chris saw familiar places – two large rocks where he had once shot a wild boar, just like the ones he had seen in his dream.

– Yes, this is it," he exclaimed. – This is the place.

Chris quickly oriented himself in which direction to go to get on the hunting trail and reach his native forest home.

When he found the path, Chris tried his best to walk faster. He was so exhausted that he could hardly feel his legs. The terrible pain from his bruises reminded him that he was still on his feet. The sun was beginning to set when Chris noticed a bright glow that cast a purple light over the area.

– There's that glow again," he muttered, feeling uneasy. As he emerged from the thicket of the forest, he saw the roof of his forest home.