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Eventually, all Depeche Mode had to do was ride; Duran Duran, her natural instincts taking charge as the blind man could not possibly guide her to something he could not smell or hear, would search for water herself naturally. As she did, Depeche began to remove the jacket he wore and folded and twisted his vest to display his torso - he was ensuring that he would not be overheated by any of the clothes he wore. His horse was smart enough to know when to take control - she was a 'guide horse', after all - and thus he would rely on her instincts as an animal to guide himself and Joachim to the nearest oasis that she could grasp a scent of.

"When in times of doubt," Depeche muttered, a smile appearing on his lips while he sweated beneath the scorching sun, "rely upon the union of the wildlife and the fortune of fate to guide you. They say you can lead a horse to water... In this case, a horse shall lead us, heh."