"Almost," Willie replied.

They were moving on to the next area, still unable to pinpoint Isaac's location.

Forrest grappled with whether they should stop and wait for the coordinates or keep driving.

Isaac's phone suddenly emitted a low battery warning, a stark reminder of the urgency of the situation.

Meanwhile, Willie and Camila were on tenterhooks while waiting for the location to Load.

Camila's anxiety was palpable. Her body tensed, and her mind raced with worst-case scenarios.

When she heard Isaac's phone's low battery sound, she could feel her sweat-drenched palms gripping the phone tightly.

Despite Isaac's reassurance, Camila knew he wasn't in good condition.

Continuing the call drained the phone's battery. But Willie had no other choice. Isaac's phone needed to stay connected so they could locate him.

Ten minutes elapsed, and Isaac's phone emitted another warning sound.

"Are we done yet?" Camila asked, her voice laced with agitation and desperation.

Before Willie could respond, Isaac intervened, “It's alright. Let's be patient. Maybe the signal here is weak."

Isaac could sense her fear and frustration and endeavored to calm her with his words. He was acutely aware of his remote location deep in the mountains, where a weak signal was inevitable.

The pace of their tracking efforts didn't reflect their competence.

Camila's words weren't a complaint but a reflection of her pure anxiety.

The second low battery warning from Isaac's phone heightened the urgency and the race against time to locate him.

A sense of unrelenting terror gripped Camila's heart as the prospect of losing contact with Isaac loomed before her.

The thought of being unable to find him in time was a crushing weight that threatened to consume her.

Willie's demeanor betrayed his trepidation, with cold sweat on his forehead and his throat parched.

Despite the tension, Isaac remained calm.