“Chloe, where are you!?” Randall yelled.

He waited. Silence.

“Chloe, come back to me!”

“You threw a bug in my face, how gross,” Sara answered. “And you have no idea where we are. To be honest, I just wanna go home and sleep, Randall.”

“Don’t flake out on me now, Chloe,” Randall said. “If we give up now, who will save Jack? We’re all he’s got.”

“If we find our way out of here, we should tell our parents what we know. I’m too tired to keep playing this game.”

“It’s not a game, Chloe,” Randall said. “Jack needs our help. Could you live if you found out his captors took him out? I know I couldn’t.”

“But, I’m so tired, Tony,” Sara said. “Can’t we just rest for a minute?”

“Actually, that’s probably a good idea,” Randall said. “I brought a sleeping bag just in case, but we should take shifts. You take the first one. I’ll keep watch.”

Sara slipped into the sleeping bag, hoping she would wake up to a better situation. Randall kept watch, secretly wishing he was protecting Michelle Dessler, not Chloe O’Brien.