Another wadi, this one three thousand feet long down the rocky slope of the mountain, looked like a good place to hide. Gabe’s words about a hide drifted through her mind. Bay couldn’t control her brain. Sometimes, her mind just stopped working, and she felt a horrible sense of abandonment, suddenly confused. But she kept trotting down the trail. She remembered this was the way home.... Home to Gabe. And then, her mind would return, but not always with the same information or memories. It was driving her to distraction not being able to control her memory. She knew deep shock could create this mental effect. Khogani had struck her so hard against her cheek and temple, he’d probably caused her a Grade Three concussion. That would explain her on again, off again mind antics. Her lower body ached, and she could feel a fever coming. She had to stop and take care of herself medically, or she’d never make it back to Gabe. Weaving quietly down through the deep stands of trees and brush within the wadi, Bay discovered another spring, this one much larger, about three feet wide and on the surface.
