"Is he sane?" The strawberry blonde asked Nathan after she took her aim off of him. The woman thought that the other man was out of his mind for speaking about the dead like that. She pointed her crossbow up, but kept it ready in case either strangers tried anything. She heard what "Billy" said and replied to him while looking at Nathan, "I'm not keeping you, so scat." She stayed where she was on the ledge and waited for them to leave. Nathan closed the shears and walked away to regroup with Doc. He was glad that at least someone came for him... he wasn't surprised Joan didn't. He turned back to see if the cloaked walker was still gone and then turned back to look at Doc.

[I]"This crazy bitch doesn't want to talk, so let's get going."[/I] Nathan said, his lack of respect toward the woman was clearly evident.

Joan could see Doc and Nathan standing together in the distance as she began to walk down the mountain pass. The mountain scenery was always beautiful in the morning time and she just cleared her mind and took in a relaxing breath. She chose to let go of her anger toward what happened between her and Nathan, but she wouldn't forget. She wasn't too far in when something caught her attention in her peripheral, but when she turned to look there was nothing there. Joan turned around, but there was nothing but the lake not too far away and the boat just as before. As she turned forward again, she kept walking up toward where the boulder was and the high shrub was that the group was hiding behind earlier when they spotted the movement ahead. She drew closer to Doc and Nathan as she kept down the mountain pass and just as she was within screaming distance, she stepped passed another shrub to her right and she saw someone or something standing there in her side vision. Just as she jerked her head to the side to look, something lunged at her and knocked her in the temple with a blunt object. She fell on her stomach and lifted her chin from the ground to look at the Doc and Nathan not too far off in a dizzy daze. Joan didn't have time to yell out for help when she had gotten hit and she was still too far away for the guys to notice. She felt herself being drug away by her feet and she could taste the dirt before her eyes fell shut and Joan passed out. When they would return, the guys would find that the boat was empty.