"We should try to get some sleep," Richie said, his voice gentle. "We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
Sarah nodded, but sleep was the furthest thing from her mind. She lay down beside Richie, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was a sound that brought her comfort, a reminder that she was not alone.
As they drifted off to sleep, their dreams were filled with images of their past, moments of joy and love that had brought them to this point. They were dreams that gave them strength, a reminder of what they were fighting for.
The following morning, they awoke to the sound of seagulls calling outside the lighthouse. The sun had risen, casting a warm, golden light over the landscape. Richie and Sarah stood at the window, taking in the view, their hearts filled with a renewed sense of hope.
"We need to keep moving," Richie said, his voice firm. "We can't let Fred and the others catch up to us."
