[center][h3][color=8493ca]William Jones[/color][/h3]
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Another man bursts out of the entrance nearest to me, surprising me. I had hopes that he would have some explanation - hopes that are immediately dashed when he asks what's going on. At least he seems glad that we're awake. 

At almost the same time, the third person stands up, yawning sleepily, and quietly asks where he is. Harley replies by introducing us.

[color=8493ca]"Hey,"[/color] I smile at them, [color=8493ca]"Good to have some more people join us. The more the merrier, right? Could you please tell us your names?"[/color]

Then I attempt to summarize our current situation and bring them up to speed.

[color=8493ca]"Harley woke up first, I think. Then I woke up, and neither of us knew what was happening, so we were thinking of somehow getting to that letter on the tree for clues. That's really all that happened before you two came."[/color]

Suddenly, I realize that I am incredibly thirsty. When was the last time I drank water? Of course, I can't remember - I always try to stay hydrated, but anything could've happened yesterday. Spotting the well, I walk over to it. The sun reflects off the water, causing me to wonder what happens if we're still here by nightfall. Do we have any light sources? Feeling slightly foolish for not doing so earlier, I check my pockets. I usually keep at least my phone, wallet, and a portable charger on me at all times, but who knows what could've happened before I got here.