Sophie Sullivan believed in him, of course. However, she was more concerned about him collapsing from exhaustion. He had carried her for so long; how much energy had he expended? If he didn't rest soon, he might really collapse.
"Put me down. I'll walk with you," Sophie insisted.
Unable to sway her, Thomas Shannon put her down and held her hand firmly. "Follow me."
After walking for a long time, Sophie wondered if her vision was playing tricks on her. She looked ahead, suddenly pointing at a spot. "Thomas Shannon," she said, "look! Isn't that a bottle of water over there?"
Thomas Shannon followed the direction of her finger. Indeed, it was a bottle of purified water.
The same brand they had been drinking.
It was most likely the water they had lost last night.
Upon receiving Thomas's affirmative nod, Sophie pulled her hand free and ran over, stumbling slightly.
Picking up the bottle of purified water, half-buried in the sand, she exclaimed excitedly, "It really is our water!"
