After the breeze carried Penny's words away, a moment passed, and then a small voice reached her team through the trees. “Okay! I'm staying!” After a brief reunion with Mark, they possessed more than enough power to get a search underway. The jungle messed with the travel of sound, making the rescue operation less than perfectly straightforward, but it ultimately took only a short time in order to track down the source of the noise. Additional calls of 'over here!' and 'help!' from the person of interest helped speed it up as well. Lo and behold, the little team converged around a tall palm tree with a most unusual feature. They spotted a little girl with reddish hair streaked by black, stuck seven feet up against the wooden trunk in a dark mound like molasses. It possessed no discernible shape or characteristics other than its color, slight transparency, and evident rigidity, although some melted streaks of the stuff appeared to be dribbling down the trunk like syrup on the side of its jug. No matter how the child wriggled, she couldn't break free of her sticky prison, and from how tired she looked she'd been trying for a while now. Her face, red from crying, stared pleadingly down at the older girls. “Can you get me down? Please! I have to find my mommy!”