We are getting closer to the most populated parts. The rustic roads that led to the beach become wide highways where hundreds of cars come and go every second, it seems impossible that we have been in such an uninhabited place only half an hour ago. But I concentrate on remembering the route we have traveled to get here, each turn, each sign, and element that allows me to locate myself. Although walking would take hours to get here, at least we would know where to go if we ever managed to escape.
"He wasn't always like that," Sacha spoke suddenly, breaking my concentration.
"What do you say?" I answered absently, trying not to lose the path that he had traced in my mind. Had he noticed what he was doing and was trying to distract me? When I look at her she seems uncomfortable and that do
