Through the woods.
"I'm not sure if I can go on like this for long."
Ella let out her stance at last. Her eyes leaving the Professor occasionally for the trembling hands carrying the thick legs of the yet unconscious fellow.
The Professor looked up at her, his hands under the head of the fellow, to support the sway and regulate the balance,
"Should we put him over our shoulders then?"
He offered. The girl shot him a glare. They were walking side by side through the woods. Probably not certain of a precise place to go.
"Carrying him isn't the problem. You know what the problem is? Finding a place to lay him down. We can't continue carrying him all day. You should get it, old man."
She looked away from him. The Professor could see frustration splattered on her face.
"Put him down."
He said at last and she sighed. But then she didn't look satisfied too. She didn't hold him in curiosity,
"What now?"
"Let me think."
