A butterfly flies just past my face, almost hitting me, making Quiller laugh.

  "Can you stop that?" I ask ever so slightly annoyed.

  "Sorry." He apologizes, immediately making me feel bad for him again.

  Then something attracts my attention.

  A branch is going right through him.

  I point at it, not knowing what to say, then I blurt out: "You aren't liquid anymore?!"

  Shocked, he looks at the branch and walks away from it, phasing through it, like he could before we had entered the train yesterday.

  Then he sighs slightly dissapointed: "Don...".

  Did I make a mistake with something?

  Did I mix up words?

  "Yeah..." I answer hesitantly, readying myself for a stern lesson.

  "Were you looking for the word 'solid'?"

  Not wanting to believe that I'm in the wrong, I quickly answer smartly: "Aren't humans 90 percent water?"

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  Quiller shakes his head: "Seventy percent, but that doesn't make you a liquid."

  "Oh... I see." I feel incredibly stupid and I want to end this conversation quickly, but Quiller clearly doesn't want to.

  "Seriously?" He asks and continues: "Haven't you learned these things in school?"

  I scratch the back of my neck: "Well... yeah... but I kinda... forgot."

  Quiller seems to have noticed my discomfort: "Well, I know it, so you must have learned it somewhere."

  Not speaking much, we continue our journey.

  Slowly it starts to get darker again.

  Finally I find a place that feels a little more safe.

  "Are you sure you want to spend the night somewhere around here?" Quiller asks.

  "There isn't much of a choice."

  "Well, then I guess you would probably be safest up in one of the trees." He suggests.

  I shake my head: "No way, if I turn too much, I will fall and break something."

  Quiller seems to think really deeply: "Then how do you intend to spend the night?"

  "There isn't much of a choice... I will have to make a hut."

  "A hut?"

  "Yeah, a small one with branches. Not ideal... but better than nothing."

  I immediately pick up a big branch I believe to be good and sturdy enough and I see Quiller pick up another.

  Confused, I ask: "How?"

  "Oh this?" he asks, pointing at the branch: "I've been able to pick up small things ever since the day we met. Not for long and definitely not too heavy."

  This really doesn't make any sense, why did he not tell me? Did he just assume I had always known?

  "But you were able to carry heavier things when you were liq- solid?"

  He nods: "Something like that... I still don't know what happened, it was like I was given something like a power boost. If that makes any sense."

  I shake my head, because it really doesn't.

  "We should probably hurry if you want to finish it before it really gets too dark."

  Together we make a hut hidden from view.

  Covered with leaves and branches, underneath somewhat of a tent, so that the change of getting ticks is lower. I've made a place to sleep.

  "We're going to have to be very quiet now." I say as I lay down.

  Quiller nods: "I know, if they hear us we're dead."

  "Dude, I will be. Not you."

  Silently I lie down, secretly fearing that something might happen tonight, but not showing it.

  I close my eyes and enter a light sleep.