Jane took hold of the shelter. It was heavier than she had expected. But what else should she have expected? She drew in deep breaths as her feeble body moved the shelter, trying to stay in stride with Luna, who seemed to have much firmer and swifter energy than her. The weight of the shelter stretched her muscles into an uncomfortable position, but oddly enough the weight was keeping her mind from her stomach's aches. She found some strange comfort in the heave of moving the shelter despite her exasperated figure, which had lost at least ten pounds if not more in the course of her appearing in this nightmarish land.

Shayre mentioned something about a fire. Jane could not help but agree with him. Her mind was in compliance with him. He had helped her this far, and holding the shelter was forcing her body into making depictions and decisions without much contemplation. Jane was not sure if a fire was really necessary, but Shayre's mood deemed a logical statement for the need of the element.

She bit her lip, as Luna commanded in numbers, "One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four," trying to keep Jane in rhythm with her. "Do you think this is a good spot for the shelter, Shayre?" Luna asked, her heart ringing through her voice. She had so much heart and love. Jane wished she could be so cheery, but her stomach's pinches were a reminder that being so. . so [i]merry[/i] was not at all on the agenda, at least, not until the fruit was 'cleared' by Shayre's body. So far, he seemed functional. He was able to pick up the shelter without much noticeable hesitation, and his thinking seemed clearer than hers even though his head was injured.

Jane felt weak, bringing her mind back to her stomach. Her mind started dancing, and black spots started forming over her eyes, like dancing shadows sprinkling and taunting with rays of lights into her vision. Was she okay? Luna suddenly let out a holler as the shelter was dropped out of her hands, scraping against them as the weight was too much for her. Jane had passed out from exhaustion. And God, it felt so good to let her body morph into the atmosphere and fall through the low sky onto the ground. God, the feeling was so ecstatic, like she wasn't sober. [i]God, I love you,[/i] she thought to herself as her body sprawled onto the grass. [i]The soft, soft grass[/i].