Beth's knees sunk into mud but she kept her eyes shut tight and her hands over her ears. Even then she could hear the jingle of the pendant swaying in the old woman's hand, and her cackle, like something out of a bad movie. It took fast-paced footfalls originating from behind her to get Beth to raise her head. She turned and saw four men sprinting towards her, pistols in hand and definitely not belonging to the jungle. Her body began to move of its own accord and she jumped to her feet. She ran forward, past the faded visage of the old woman, back into the jungle.

The shouts continued, fainter if she sped up and louder when she slowed. Beth tried to push the image of the witch from her mind and instead think of the team she came here with. They would ground her. All must be experiencing some illusion, as they had when it began. It was a trick, designed to defeat them, and it had worked at least on her. But who else, if anyone?

"This way!" The voice, distinctively different from those of her pursuers, cut through their shouts. She paused, unsteady in her footing, to listen. The jeering stopped and Tony's voice came again, accompanied by the sound of helicopters. "Hurry!" Beth took off again, following his call. Without the weight of her delusion, she ran faster and, after some effort, became intangible.

As the trees and undergrowth began to shift in the wind of the choppers, she spotted one flying low up ahead. Then she saw Tony with Parael on his back, then the hunter. Beth would never admit being happy to see him, but Tony and their infant friend were welcome sights. She felt her confidence returning already, secure in her ghostly state.

Before she caught up to them, she called out for the others and tried to pinpoint their energy signals. "This way! Head for the helicopters!"