Amir nodded at James’ remark: Benny’s death was an ill omen for what may come, as far as he was concerned. Still, just because things may go wrong didn’t mean that Amir would turn into a fatalist. The pair continued to make small talk as they entered the falls, at which James led Amir over to Amelia Wintergarden – or Petra, as most called her. Amir and Petra had never spoken, though he knew her by family reputation alone. Her and James appeared to be pretty close. He stayed quiet as the pair talked, trying to get a sense of how close they were, exactly. It was a pass-time that Amir enjoyed: the analysis of a person, who they were and are, their relationships, and the things they communicate with the [i]way[/i] they communicate. So far, all he had picked up was that Petra seemed to be a bit of a downer, as she began to talk about their collective future as cannibal lunches.

Still, before Amir could learn much more about the pair, James was pulled away to treat one of the expedition members’ injured dog. This left Amir alone with Petra, whom he still hadn’t spoken a word to. He took his gaze back away from the situation developing with the dog, and back to face Petra. What he hadn’t noticed before was how beautiful she was – he was likely too distracted by the cannibal talk. He then realized that he had opened his mouth to talk and had forgotten to do so, which left him standing there like an idiot. Then Amir blinked twice, and shook his head, allowing his brain to catch up with the rest of himself.
“I’m Amir,” he said with a smile. “Amir Jones. Although Cannibal Flute has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”