You decide that you'd prefer to never see Ksenija again and, satisfied that she's far enough away not to notice, you turn back toward the highway. The sun is starting to go down and you're not sure that this is the best plan, but who knows what kind of weird shit is going on in that town. You spot a barn in the distance to your left, too far away to still be on Ksenija's property, you hope, but close enough that you can make it before it gets properly dark. Plus there might be food or water. You figure you can rough it for another night, and walk back the way you came in the morning.

As you cross the field toward the barn you can tell that it is used for some kind of crop, although the field is brown and bare. About halfway to the barn you think you see a person in the lane, standing unnaturally still. You start to feel creeped out again before realizing its a scarecrow with a smiling burlap face, Wizard of Oz style. Its actually kind of cute, with straw sticking out through the arm and trunk of its flannel shirt. Instead of a floppy farm hat, a circle of green, woven leaves sits on its straw hair. Its been there for a while - the green is dull and brown in spots. Still, the overall effect is charming, and you feel good about your decision to spend the night in the barn.

You feel even better about things when you spot an old-timey water pump which moves fairly easily. After a few pumps, you're able to cup some flowing water into your mouth. You go over to the barn door, which slides open easily. You weren't sure what you expected, maybe a cow, but there's nothing noteworthy in the barn. The floor is packed dirt. There's a machine on one side, you don't know what it is but think the word "thresher" for some reason. There's a loft, and you can spot some straw up there, and a small window letting in the fading light, but nothing else. There's a ladder, but you'd rather not be flea-ridden on top of everything else. You sit on the dirt floor and wrap your arms around yourself, leaning against one of the posts of the loft. This will have to do.

Now that you're resting, it occurs to you that you're exhausted. The sun has gone down, and you promptly fall asleep...

...only to be jolted away by a booming sound, like a mallet on a giant drum.

You jump up, not sure what the fuck is going on, and hear the sound again.

"Hi - hi I'm in here! Sorry for uhm, crashing here, but I got lost and it was getting dark so, please don't shoot me, ok? Actually, maybe I could use your pho-" BOOM BOOM BOOM.