Chance the Second trudged through a desert that was unknown to him. Normally, he never knew where he was because he never cared, but nearing about two weeks in an unknown desert was getting to him. He was draped in brown rags so that the sun wouldn't roast him and his all of his canteens had run dry. "Someway, somwhow, I gotta get outta here," panted Chance and he collapsed. He was conscious, but he lay there and suffered hallucinations(sp?) of an oasis that he was too exhausted to reach.