We sat around the little fire, sort of huddled on a tiny island of light in a sea of darkness. What else were we going to do? As long as I didn’t stare into the fire, I was amazed by just how far I could see beyond the circle of light. Not that there was much to see, but my eyes were adjusting. I scanned the surrounding landscape. I still had the feeling that I was being watched, and realistically, we probably were being watched. I assumed that Larson guy was sitting just out of sight, observing us like a special-forces Ninja, a peeping Tom pervert. I figured if I looked hard enough, I might be able to pick out his image before he materialized in our midst. Kajsa stood up. “Time for a washroom break,” she said. “Again?” I asked. She shrugged. “My father says I have a bladder the size of a walnut.” She switched on her headlamp, and the light flashed in my eyes for a second before she walked away from the fire, her way marked by the little path of light that preceded her. She slowly climbed up the dune, and then both she and the light disappeared over the top and down the other side.
