Hydra and strike woke up the following morning well-rested and ready for the day. They ate some fruit that Hydra had grown. It was only a few apples but Strike was still grateful. He hoped he could try and catch some fish so he sent small electrical pulses into the ground drawing out the worms to use as bait. He used a branch and a bit of plastic netting he found to form a fishing rod. They tied the worms to the plastic and placed it in the river.
It wasn't long before there was a fish on the line. Strike tried to pull it in as fast as he could but the fish got away. He tried a few more times then got lucky. A small carp was caught on the line. It fought well but they managed to get it onto land.
Hydra cooked it instantly and they both enjoyed a well-earned fish breakfast. They were both just finishing there meal when Strike said: "What now?"
"What do you mean"
" I mean where do we go from here. We normally have a goal or a target place but now. Nothing."
" I don't know. I was hoping we would live out our days there but it seems to have taken a turn for the worse."
" But where do we go?"
"Home I guess."
"But where is home?"