Out in this vast desert, there was nowhere else to go but forward. O'Neil had no other choice but to keep moving. He walked, and walked, and walked, but there was nothing he could see ahead, but the large land mass of hot desert. He was so tired and thirsty, there wasn't even a little patch of Oasis where he could get water to ease his thirst, no plant to shade him from the scorching heat of the sun. His legs pained badly, but he trudged further, gradually slowing down. He had yielded all the strength left in him already, he could go no more. He soon lost all hopes of survival. Collapsing to the sand, he passed out. The hot desert wind gradually waved the sand over him as it passed, till he was buried alive beneath the sand heap. This seemed to be O'Neil's final destination.