"Your friends aren't going to find you," Daniel said. "And the nights are getting cold. It'll be a race between hypothermia and dehydration, see which kills you first." We paused a moment, letting that sink in, then I said, "Are you sure you don't want to talk to us?" Moreno rolled his eyes, still looking amused. "He'll think it's a lot less funny by morning," I said to Daniel. "We'll come back then, see if he's changed his mind."