Turning around to ask him something, you paused for a few seconds, realizing he had left while you were talking. This wasn’t uncommon, but since you were in the middle of the wilderness, you felt uneasy.

To your relief, some familiar snores broke the silence, and after a bit of looking, you found him napping inside your shared tent. He was curled up like a baby, snoring and drooling some. Geno often took naps, at least two-three a day.

Zzzzz…mmhh…..zzzzzzpphh.