Crouched by the stream, Ibraheem shivered. He gritted his teeth as he washed his hands after a long time spent by Sir Rob’s side working the mechanics of the bus. Somehow, it had stopped working altogether. It wasn’t strange since it hadn’t been used since they arrived and according to what Sir Rob told him, the bus was quite old. The sun was gradually setting. Evening made way and a chilly breeze blew, the water seemed like ice to his skin. He looked at the forest beyond the stream. It was dense, from the looks of things. Perhaps one of these days they would explore the areas around. He could...