Talking among themselves, the young trio made their way into the jungled island interior with the help of Penny's henchmen. While they kept an eye out for lost kids and obstacles they would otherwise trip over, none seemed particularly wary. After all, the bright tropical sun shone clearly through the verdant foliage, its canopy too thin to block out the light. A breeze played with the leaves of the bushes and the giant palm fronds, diminishing the calls of the other seekers as they forged through the jungle nearby.

After a short time, an object of artificial shape and color caught the eye off to the left. A quick check determined it to be the bubble machine in use on the resort beach just before the disaster, a little dented and dirty but not seriously damaged. As the group came to a stop, its members got a chance to listen out without any noise pollution. In the peaceful near-silence that followed, they could a couple faint sounds that didn't quite fit in. One was the discordant clamor of audio distortion, perhaps some kind of broken equipment. The other was a young voice, calling out over and over. Unfortunately, the two came from different directions, with the audio from northeast and the voice more toward south-southeast.