Branches lurched across her field of vision. She could not keep her head straight, giving them all the appearance of leafy giants, looming over her, mocking her predicament. The sound of voices seemed so distant, despite their immediate proximity. She stumbled over a root and slammed into the tree to which it was connected. The pain in her shoulder did not immediately register; the sensation of falling and the branches spiraling out of control overhead were all she could take in. Disjointed images of blurred faces and the murmur of panicked discussion faded into oblivion as she clawed at the trunk of the tree, trying to regain her footing. She tried to speak, but managed only a weak moan.

In the moments which followed, Sam could not remember how she had gotten to this strange place in the woods. There were unfamiliar faces surrounding her and she knew she was in trouble, but for that moment, she did not know why. As she struggled to her feet, she searched for the memory which was meant to be attached to her pounding heart, but found only confusion. She found herself thinking of other things -trivial, irrelevant things- instead of her current situation. Why was it so hard to concentrate?

The first tentative steps were shaky as her shattered equilibrium threatened to throw her to the ground again, but she managed to lay hands on Jenna's shoulders. From there, she seemed to be searching for something. The placement of her hands was too specific to be coincidental.

"Tracking," she slurred. "Got to find it."

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