"Eva," Lucas says, his voice hoarse from thirst, "Remember that saying about following animal trails? Let's see if we can find some signs of wildlife heading towards a source of water. Birds, insects...anything that indicates a path to a safer, more reliable water source." He gestures towards the dense foliage beyond the stream, hoping to find tracks or droppings that might lead them. "Even if it means venturing a little deeper into the island, finding a spring or a clearer waterhole could be crucial."

Eva nods, her practical nature aligning with Lucas' suggestion. "

You decide to move your chopsticks (or being) into the "Rat-EA" as well, finding it a safer place than the exposed beach where you originally washed up. As you settle in, you discover that the rats have already stocked the tunnels with food and supplies, ensuring that everyone within the colony has access to what they need. The "Rat-EA" is quickly becoming a thriving community thanks to your leadership and the hard work of Gerald and his fellow rodents.

The rats watch curiously as you toss aside your trusty chopsticks. They seem to understand that their colony has come a long way since you first arrived on the island and that your role within it is evolving. Gerald, sensing your newfound confidence and leadership, nods approvingly at your decision. With you as their ally and protector, the rats can continue to build upon what they've created here: a flourishing "Rat-EA" that will ensure their survival for years to come.

After successfully escaping the deserted island via your rocket ship, you find yourself in outer space! The vast emptiness around you is both beautiful and terrifying. Luckily, your rocket has enough fuel to keep going for a while longer before it runs out. Do you:

1. Follow a nearby asteroid belt in the hope of finding resources with which to survive?
2. Attempt to navigate towards a recognizable constellation or planetary system that might offer safety and sustenance?

You decide to simply sit back and enjoy the view of outer space from your cozy rocket ship. Hours turn into days, and days into weeks. As you gaze out at the endless expanse of stars and galaxies, you begin to ponder the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. You drift in a state of contented ennui for what feels like an eternity, eventually losing track of time entirely.