Mark was running flat out, as fast as his legs could carry him. He had been so stupid, how could he have forgotten the baby? Now he was sure the others would hate him. But neither of the other two guys had remembered the baby, they had all been too worried about the girls.

“Which turned out to be unnecessary.”

He cursed under his breath. It took him less than half an hour before he reached the camp. He dropped on his knees, placed the stone next to the fire and picked Kerry out of the basket. Like any baby that was handled roughly, Kerry Sarah started crying.

“Oh shhh, please be quiet. It’s okay, daddy’s here. Don’t cry.”

He laid her on his shoulder and rocked back and forth. The baby didn’t stop crying, so he stood up and walked around, gently moving the baby up and down. After walking around for about ten minutes, Kerry quieted down. Mark held her away from him and looked her over once more. He had to make sure she was okay, or the others would kill him.

He sat down next to the fire and stirred it up a bit. He looked at the stone he had brought back with him. Why hadn't he dropped the stone? It was just a stone right? They didn't need it to survive. They must have had a good reason to bring the stone back from the second camp.

"I'll ask them later, when they returned."

A strong smell reached his nose. He looked around, but didn't see anything out of the ordinairy. He looked down at the baby; her face was all twisted up with concentration. A light dawned on him.

"You wouldn't have."

He held Kerry up to his nose and sniffed.

"Oh, you did!"

Kerry Sarah cooed and waved her tiny fists at Mark. Mark held her with one arm and grabbed the baby bag. He undid the clasp and rolled out the flap. He placed Kerry Sarah on it and started changing the diaper.

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