"My spear, mine, not yours, mine." 
He takes his spear from her and holds it close to himself.
"Bad things come soon."
"Me go, you stay." 
The crazed man turns to look at sun, but sees it no more.
He starts panicking, pacing back and forth, "Too late, dark now."
Malcom scratches his head, as he listens to the woman ask for his help.
"Help you, yes, maybe, yes."
He walks over to the girl on the ground and scoops her into his arms, as if he was cradling a baby.
"We go now, dark."
"Come" he says as he starts walking in the wrong direction, then stops.
The bewildered man walks over to you, "You go, you show the way."