Following the group automatically my mind wanders over recent events. I hear the muffled blasts of the ship, feel the grit of the sand upon my cheek as I wake on the beach. Memories of Marissa’s fear, Dan’s melancholy, LCs confusion begin to overwhelm my senses. A sudden stabbing pain in my toe brings me out of my thoughts, looking down I see an odd shaped stone. I lean over and realize there are actually five of the small stones at my feet. Picking them up I feel their smooth coolness against my palm. I place them gently in the remaining pocket of my tattered clothing, taking a small comfort from their presence. With a lighter heart I enter the gloom of the jungle, listening to the sounds that are so unfamiliar to me. As I follow along, I need to shield my eyes from random rays of sunshine that manage to make their way through the thick canopy. Glimpses of movement to my right… or is it only more shadows?