Jarad wakes up, in the middle of the night. He acknowledges the guards, and notices Alexand’s sleeping bag is empty. Her wig is lying beside it, along with the cowboy hat, and Jarad has a bad feeling.

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The group decided to camp for the night. They have reached the borderlands of Tibet. There is no military check point as the place is remote, so no need for them to split up as they had done earlier on in their journey. Farokh lays in his sleeping bag, watching the guards, as they tread the perimeter, hoping that the bandits can’t hear Heyem’s voice.