|
|
|
|
 | |  |
| We can't go on like this, Pete | |
 | |  |
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
| | |
| We're running out of food-if you could call it food. It's like moss. The water on the ground tastes awful and probably does more harm than good. I can't sleep, and I'm getting weaker. | |
| | |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 |
| | |
| Sorry. I was having that nightmare again. You know, the one where we have to share a flat with Hayes people. | |
| | |
|
|
|
