Sarah rushes into Dylan's office and snatches the phone from his hand.
- Mark, my son! How are you? Where are you? Have you been eating? Is Ryan alright? Answer Mark, don't leave me in this anxiety.
Dylan shook his head in disbelief. Sarah hadn't let him finish talking and had given Mark zero chance to answer her.
- Mom calm down. – Mark says, laughing – let me answer.
Sarah takes a deep breath, holds it and lets the air out of her lungs, slowly. Drop her ass on the chair and wait.
- Ryan is still ahead of us, but we're close. His scent is strong now. We hope to reach him soon.
- If you need some air support, I'll force your i***t father to send a helicopter.
- No mom, he knows how to wiggle in the forest. A helicopter will not help. As for the remaining questions, we are fine. We a
