Almost exactly thirty minutes after our short break, I saw the cabin appear up ahead.

As we were approaching our first destination, I opened my bag to inspect Damian’s clothing. Sure enough, I found a six inch switchblade in his pocket.

I took it out and tucked it in the bottom of my bag. I didn’t want to have to use it, either, but I sure wasn’t giving it to him.

We reached the cabin, and I leapt off of Damian’s back. It wasn’t raining hard here, but we were both drenched from earlier and were exhausted.

“Thank goodness we’re here,” I said. “Are we going in?” I got Damian’s...