“Come on. I need you to fill up the bottles with water. Can you do that?” I asked gently after Claire’s sobs had died down. Shakily, she nodded, but made no move to begin doing so. I put the bottles next to her, along with the large tin, and left her to it.
“I’m going to explore the wreckage of the plane again,” I told her, and she nodded. To tell the truth, I wasn’t expecting to find anything useful on the plane. I knew that Hans had looted it several times, and by now, after a week, anything that was perishable had to have expired already. Still, I wanted something to do aside from sitting by Claire while she was distraught, and exploring the plane wreck would have to do.
Covering my nose and mouth with my shirt, I climbed into the wreck and stepped gingerly around the debris on the fl
