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Suddenly he was at the first lake, a beautifully clear pool with green shadows. Beyond was a second smaller lake and behind that were the tents. But now he was reduced to just shuffling along backwards on his bottom. He still had to climb up the moraine wall that dammed the water. What if the tents weren’t there when he got to the top? Could the world be that cruel?

Another night fell and he crawled on through it. The voice told him he had to. But he lost track of where he was. Surely he should be at the camp by now? Or was he back on the glacier? Were these cactus spines digging into him? Grass? Should he sleep here?

His nostrils flared at the sharp smell of what could only be shit. He must be close to camp! He only had to stand up and shout – if they were still there…

‘Simon!!’

He couldn’t lift his head to see if his cries had been heard. But now there were scuffling noises, a light, voices – not his – and then a light dazzled him.

‘Joe?! Is that you?!’