Jane quivered in Shayre's arms. For several seconds, she imagined her father hugging her, not that he was much of a touchy-feely man, but this scenario, it was still hard for Jane to comprehend what was happening, every several moments that passed, she would think that maybe she had been shot in the leg as opposed to attacked by a wild animal.

She looked up at Shayre, feeling the secure warmth of his chest and arms enveloping her frail body.

"We're going to find a place to stay for the night and--" Jane coward her face away from him as he said this. Who was he? Why was he looking for a place for them to stay for the night? Did he want to [i]sleep[/i] with her? He looked so young compared to her. Jane considered herself someone who was aging well for her age. She had been mistaken for a high schooler on several different occasions, but she could tell by some of his still baby-features that he was too young for her, to be holding and embracing her so well.

Her mind suddenly jolted to the part where she had been trapped in this place (a hallucination of her mind, she was still thinking) for three whole days. She immediately buried her head in his chest. The warmth of another person to secure her. She was not even sure the last time she was held by someone like this. Her Church friends still thought of the opposite gender as having cooties... 

Tears began to flow from her eyes, dampening her face, leaving streaks through the mud smeared on her face. The pain in her leg started bothering her once more, as her mind drifted back into the current moment, "I don't want to die here," Jane choked back sobs, letting the realization that she may have somehow trapped herself in his realm. It was all her fault. Why did she have to trip on acid that night. . why not mushrooms or marijuana or. . why not just be drug free? [i]You're such an idiot, Jane[/i], she thought to herself. This was a normal thought pattern for her. She knew she was not the brightest bulb or the smartest cookie. Sometimes she thought of herself as the village idiot.

"Please, make it stop," her cry increased, her hands came to her face, gripping at her skin and burying herself into the man's torso, uncaring if he was only tricking her momentarily before trying to harm or kill her.