Kim looked out at the gleaming waters of Lake Crystal. It was her second month as a counselor here, and if she had had a fainter heart, she would have left and never come back. Even knowing the camp's history, she had been shocked at the three gruesome murders that had ravaged the class. She was surprised that the camp was still open. She turned and saw a pink backpack near the rocks. She thought it might belong to a little girl named Kayla, who was in Janet's cabin. Kim was surprised that Kayla was here and not in the mess hall eating with the other children. She set the backpack on the floor and went over to the cot.

"You all right, baby?" she asked, smoothing Kayla's hair. Kayla looked up, her light brown skin making her eyes seem even brighter.

"No. I'm sad."

"What's wrong?"

"I want to be with the other kids."

"Well, why aren't you?"

"I can't!" Kayla recoiled in fear.

"He'll be there! The man by the lake, who killed those people. I saw him, down by the lake."

"Well, what if I walk with you. Will you still be afraid?"

"I guess not." Kim took the little girl's hand, and they went together to the camp.