I see someone standing above me in a ski mask with a gun. Not far behind him I see two more figures. They don’t look friendly. I start to move, trying to get out of my bag slowly, so as not to startle him. “Stay where you are,” he says, not moving the gun. He towers over us and I find myself wondering again why Mom and Dad thought it would be safer for us out here. That’s two guns pointed at us in two days. “Listen mister, I don’t want any trouble. Please lower your gun,” I say. He doesn’t move, but just then Brody pops his head out of the bag and the gun drops down. “Jeeze, what the hell do you think you’re doing bringing a kid here!” he asks. Kit is awake and fully alert by now and she starts to stand. “Who are you?” she asks. She gets out of her bag and starts removing leaves from her hair.
