Titus was over the moon about the journal but it was short-lived when we couldn't find anything else like it. While the rest of us slept, Titus stayed up reading the journal over and over like it had some kind of secret message in it.
As we all walk out to the truck for the next day, I can't help but shake my head when I see Titus still trying to find something else in the journal but I don't have it in my heart to tell him to give it up. Who knows, the old man may find something... maybe.
When we all load up and take off, I can't help but look up at the sky. It's cloudy... it rained last night just like Thane said it would but it looks like more rain is coming. Part of me is happy with the relief from the sun but the other part of me is worried. This truck runs off solar power. Yes, it has batteries that store energy up to a certain point but... it still nerve-racking.
