Upon their return to the campsite, the guide joined forces with fellow tourists to make room for a bonfire.

Sabrina and Bettie brought some food, bacon and roast kebabs. This was considered quite a feast in the wilderness.

Raul assisted the guide in distributing the food.

“Ladies, here's your coffee," Raul said, approaching Sabrina and Bettie with two paper cups. "Should you need more, the drinks are available over there.”

“Okay, thank you," Sabrina replied, taking a sip before setting it aside.

Raul's eyes grew shadowy.

Lorenzo, having suffered a bout of anxiety, had packed sleeping pills for the trip, but it turned out he didn't need them during the journey.

Now, the pills came in handy.

After dinner, as Sabrina was enjoying her coffee, the guide retrieved several bottles of beer from the car. "Anyone up for a beer?" he asked, glancing at the tourists around the bonfire.

Only five or six people showed interest.

Handing out beers and surveying the scene, he continued, "Not drinkers, are we? Considering the moonlit view and the company of fellow travelers, isn't this a splendid chance? Are you sure you don't want to drink? You won't get drunk on just one."

Heeding his words, a few more raised their hands, and Bettie grabbed two, offering one to Sabrina. "Such a rare occasion. Let's drink."

Sabrina accepted, opening the bottle.

Seated amidst strangers in a foreign wilderness, they were all at ease, sharing conversation under the picturesque night sky.

At that moment, Sabrina's desire for beer was undeniable.

Yet, after only half a bottle, she found herself inexplicably inebriated, overwhelmed with drowsiness, constant yawning, and fatigue.

“Why so sleepy?" Bettie questioned.

"I had a restless night," Sabrina confessed, without being dishonest.

The previous night, she told Tyrone tearfully, "I just want you to stay away from me."

Tyrone stayed quiet for a while. After making his promise, he turned around and left lonely.