At some point, Ron fell into a trance. The pain fell away, and so did thoughts of home. Nothing existed in his mind, then. He had no thoughts, he held no goals, and the world wasn’t spinning. He didn’t exist, and there was no world. It was just the run.

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  Allan tried to talk to him, but he didn’t reply.

  [11] hours and [57] minutes

  [45.5] kilometers