In no time, we managed to settle into the cabin. I had found an old rickety mini truck parked near the cabin. After I examined it, all its parts miraculously remained intact, and there was still a bit of petrol left in it.

I dragged the truck closer to the house so that I wouldn't be far away from the cabin where Gina remained. It was noon as I worked on its parts, while Gina sat by the porch in the rocking chair, watching me.

When I was partly done, I joined her, standing beside her as I ...