After I neared 60 miles away from the next town I decided to prepare for nightfall. " It's already dusk...." I whispered, " ..... They might come out again to harass me." I thought about whether to go ahead and set up camp or risk getting killed by thieves trying to enter the town gates. " I'll try and walk 30 miles to see if I'll last." The sky was shifting from dusk to darkness by time I walked 50 feet. Within an hour of walking, climbing, swimming, etc. Nighttime had already appeared. "Maybe another 10 miles...." I stammered. I was sure enough to at least traveled a good 20 miles from all that work.

I spotted a caravan or something along the dirt road I was traveling on, it looked about 100 yards away. Fires and cheers could be heard from the group of travelers, kind of like a victory celebration. Spain sure was a very strange place. I heard something rustle in a trio of large trees, I checked back; nothing there. I just forgot about, probably a racoon or something, I thought. I jogged about 15 yards and I heard more rustling, before I could glance back something, I'm not sure what it was, tugged my hair and smacked me on the skull. Last thing I remember seeing was a pair of feet, then my eyes grew heavy. I think I blacked out......