Something's not right in that area, where he met the raccoons. There's smoke rising from several places in a radius of about a kilometer. Someone's camping there? Maybe he can sleep with them if he doesn't make it to the city before night. It seems like it will take a while before his symptoms go away, if they will. The sun has already set and it's getting cold. Tucking himself into another jacket, he forces his legs to move, headed for the school.
