Mike reluctantly left the small spring and kept moving. This reality was likely full of magical traps that Ty had set for him, and a welcome spring seemed just too dangerous. He'd find something that didn't make him nervous... or wait until he was too desperate to care.
He walked long and hard though the forest, stopping only occationally to rest or check for pursuers. By the time the sun started to set, he was positive no one had followed him. It was time to make some kind of camp soon.
The dense forest was littered with old branchs, and Mike made use of a few of them to build a crude shelter. It was barely a lean-to, and wouldn't keep out much wind or any rain, but it would be warmer than nothing. It would also hide him from any prying eyes.
As he gathered branches, he found a small stream and decided to risk a drink. After the first few sips were okay, he gulped his fill and sat back and waited. After a few minutes, he felt no different. It was just a stream.
The sun was nearly gone when his thoughts turned to food. He still felt strong, but he'd need to eat something before too long. Should he try to get some now, or wait until morning?