Asher had just barely been running on fumes for a few days now. Somewhere around the third or fourth day, when the places still left that hadn't been searched had dwindled down to next to nothing, that's when it had first struck him that there was an actual possibility that he'd never seen Daniel or Ray again.

Now, nearly a week and a half later, that possibility felt a whole lot more like a probability as he went through the motions of the day-to-day.

He'd been staying at the Compound again, because anywhere else just wasn't an option. The hut, the boat, the treehouse - being there would only pound home the fact that things were missing. Even going to the stables was a miserable experience, but unlike himself, the horses still had their appetites.

He was in a out quick, the horses fed and watered and then he was gone, headed nowhere in particular but walking did help. When his body was still, his mind just went on overdrive, and none of the thoughts were ever pleasant ones.