I had never been someone to sleep through the whole night. I always woke up once or twice in the early morning to get a drink or to use the bathroom. So it was no surprise to me when I woke up in what I guessed was the middle of the night.

I glanced over at Connor, sound asleep, his face turned a shadowy grey in what little light there was.

As I watched him sleeping, I thought to myself. What if this was it? Just me and Connor. What if Danny was— No.

I stopped myself, knowing that wondering wasn't going to get me anywhere.

I could hear Connor's soft snoring, barely audible over the chirping of crickets that seemed to be coming from all around me.

I looked back at him one last time before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep again.

I woke up a few hours later, with the first rays of the sun just starting to shine through the tall branches of the forest, scattering diamonds of light onto the ground and the trees above it.

"Abby?" I turned to look at him, forcing back a smile. "Are you feeling any better?" I asked him, already knowing what the answer would be.

"Oh, yeah", he said, smiling, but I could tell he was lying through his teeth.

I watched him as he rubbed his hands together, setting them on his knees. "So…we need to find Danny, yeah?" he asked me, looking out towards the mountains.

"Yeah. But what about your ankle?" I asked him, lifting his pants leg to take a look.

"Nah," he replied, waving the thought away. "I'm fi—." He winced in pain as I moved to straighten out his leg to get a better look at his ankle. "Ow, Abby, don't do that," he said in one breath.

I offered him an apologetic smile, the best I could do. "Sorry," I said, looking up to see how he would react.

He bent over to take a look at his injury, looking up at me after trying his hardest to inspect it himself. "How is it?" he asked me, though I'm sure he could see it fairly weel for himself.

"Well, I don't think it's broken," I told him. "I think you might've just sprained it. Here."

I tossed him my bag. "Alright, Connor, get me my medical kit." I watched as he took it out and passed it back to me.

"We're going to need to wrap it," I said, reaching into the medical kit for the tape and bandages. "Now this might hurt," I warned him.

He nodded, but we both knew very well that he was nowhere near prepared for what I was about to have to do.

I tried my best to ignore the pain I was putting him in, feeling myself wince at every yelp or groan I heard come out of his mouth, as I wrapped the bandages around his ankle.

"There. That should do it," I said to myself as I finished his makeshift cast. After all, it was the best I could do, given the circumstances.

I watched him as he slowly turned to peek at my progress. "Are you done?" he asked me. I could tell he was scared to look at what I had done to his leg.

"Yes, Connor, I'm done," I told him, knowing that if I was in his place, I would want to know the same thing.

I grabbed his bag from behind me and started to unzip it. "You wouldn't happen to have any food in here, would you?"

I began to rummage through it, eventually stumbling upon a lone packet of crisps.

"This is your idea of emergency food?" I asked him, noticing the way he was watching me.

"Emergency food," he repeated, a goofy grin on his face. "It's all a bit blah, don't you think?"

I looked back at the crisps in my hand. "Well, I guess this'll just have to do. We should split them, yeah?"

"Yeah, give them here," he said, holding out his hand and grinning. We were both starving by now and more than ready to eat.

I poured out half the crisps into his outstretched hand, saving the rest of them for myself.

"It's lovely really," I heard him say quietly, in between the bites he took.

"What is?" I asked him, joining him in looking out at the mountains to the north of us.

"This," he said, gesturing to the landscape that surrounded us on all sides.

"Yeah. It is," I agreed, smiling, as I suddenly noticed how beautiful it all was. The scent of fresh pine that invaded my nostrils, the crisp morning air, cold yet at the same time comforting and familiar, and the feeling of just being here, in the middle of all of it, this undisturbed beauty, lost in the past.

"Well, apart from the fact that we may not be able to get back home, and we're up a tree, splitting a packet of crisps, and—."

"Connor?" I stopped him, trying as hard as I could not to laugh. "I get it."

He got that confused look on his face, making me immediately regret cutting him off.

"Right. Sorry," he said, though he hadn't done anything that I thought required an apology.

"Abby, I--. If this is it--. I just--. I want you to know that—." He stopped, closing his eyes for a second and taking a deep breath. "I love you, Abby."

I smiled, turning to look up at him. "I know, Connor," I told him, taking his hands. "And this isn't it. We're going to get out of here, okay? We're going home. Now let's go find Danny, yeah?" I said, more to myself than to him.

"Um…yeah. Could you help?" he asked me, holding on to me for support.

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