Anthony and John Run into a Fire

 

Anthony woke up just before sunrise. An eerie silence hovered over his tent. He sat up, unzipped his tent, and looked over to John's tent. He whispered, "Hey John. Are you awake?" No response. Anthony got out of his tent, put on his shoes, and considered taking his flashlight. Although the sun hadn't risen, there was enough light to see. He walked a short distance from his tent to pee on a tree trunk. As he unzipped up his pants the aroma of smoke accosted his nose. He looked around for an orange glow. He didn't see anything. The smoke scent grew stronger as he relieved himself. He finished peeing, zipped his pants, and walked over to John's tent. 
"John! Wake up."

"What time is it?" John asked.

"It doesn't matter," Anthony said. "There is a fire somewhere near here. The smoke is getting thicker."

The sun chased the black sky away, but it had still not risen over the mountains. 

John got out of his tent, stretched, yawned, and coughed. "Let's eat breakfast," John said. "If I can get any cell phone reception, I'll see if we are in any danger."

But there was no cell phone reception. As they ate breakfast and packed up their gear, they decided to keep going north, since there was no indication of where the smoke might be coming from or where the fire might be.