How far are we going, July?
I mean, are we just gonna...
...keep following them
till we come up on them...

...or what?
No matter how far they go?

That's right.
Suppose they just keep
going on forever?

Then we'll just keep going on forever.
What if we lose them?
There's only a couple of places
they could be headed.

There's only a couple of places
with water.

I won't lose them.
I'll find them, or I'll find their bones,
but I won't lose them.

Hold up, July!
This don't make sense no more, July.
- What don't make sense, Hawkins?
- We've come too far already.

Ain't no telling where we'll end up,
dead most likely, if we keep going.

You wanna turn back?
Wanting ain't part of it.
I'm turning back.

Anybody going with me?
Ain't nobody coming with me?
Maybe he's right, Johnson.
It don't make no sense no more.
I mean, it just don't make sense.

Goodbye, Ross, Hawkins.