Beth had had enough. For weeks she had watched him sit on the far side of too many campfires silently staring into the flames. She was done with this. She was taking the lead. He was going to follow her or he could stay in this miserable camp alone forever. She didn't care if he approved of her quest. She just had to do something besides wander aimlessly through the Georgia countryside. She needed a goal however frivolous. "I need a drink," she said quietly but firmly.

(And the rest can be seen in "Still".)