Oliver was lying on is back, staring at the star filled sky. His hand was absentmindedly rocking the make do cradle they had created for the baby. The girls still hadn’t returned and dinner time had come and gone. He didn’t want to admit it to the others, but he was actually beginning to worry about the girls. Alex was hurt badly and it would limit her movement. She wouldn’t be able to sleep at all. His head was filled with pictures of her lying on the ground, crying with pain, an easy target for wild animals.

“Ugh, I can’t stand it.”

He sat up and looked at the other two. Mark and Jamie were both awake. Jamie was leaning against a rock and seemed to be reading through Kami’s book. Mark, on the other side of the fire, was using a Swiss army knife to carve up a piece of drift wood.

“Where did you find the knife?”

Mark looked up at him and motioned with the knife to the pile of bags.

“It was in one of the bags. I was looking for something to do and found the knife. I’m trying to make a spoon.”

Oliver raised his eyebrow. A spoon? What good would a spoon do when they didn’t have any cups at all?

“If we find coconuts, we might be able to use them as bowls to eat out of.”

Oliver shook his head and laughed. Seemed like Mark had a survival instinct,

“I’m getting worried about the girls, it’s 3 in the morning and they’re not back.”

Jamie looked up at him.

“But you said they would be fine. See I knew we had to go look for them!”

Jamie put the book aside and jumped up. He picked up a long branch that split in two at the end. He pulled Oliver to his feet and gave him the stick.

“See it as a crutch. Can you walk with it?”

Oliver stuck the branch under his arm and tried walking around a little. It took a little adjusting to, but after a few tries, he could walk around. Mark jumped up.

“Well, what are we waiting for then, for hell to freeze over? Let’s go find the girls.”

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