((Robert Barron continued from Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly.))
Bobby hadn't gone far. He was still pretty sure he'd seen someone, but it could have just been shadows, could have just been his mind playing tricks on him after so long in this nightmare. If there was someone, though, he had to try to secure their assistance. If they weren't trustworthy, if they were a killer or a misguided player hunter, then he would have to keep them away from the group, either by talking them into leaving or, in the worst case, convincing them he was alone and screaming loudly enough for the others to flee.
He was nervous, but he had to stay strong.
"Hello?" he called. "Is anyone out there?"
The more he thought about it, the more he started to believe it had just been his imagination. He was probably making a fool of himself. In ten minutes, he'd probably be back with Rachel and Neill, working on the plan again.
He had to make sure, though.
Nobody. Nobody and nothing. Bobby had been so sure, too. Just his mind, starting to play tricks on him after all this time. Time to get back to Rachel and Neill.
The only problem was, back wasn't so easy. He'd been pretty sure he was keeping track of them, keeping a grasp on the path, but now he was fumbling blindly through the woods, searching for some trace of them, listening for any sound.
After a few hours, he gave up, sat down, and simply waited. Okay. Okay, he'd lost them, but they'd notice he was gone. They'd come and find him. One party should stay put. That was how it worked. They'd be right along.
But they weren't. Time passed. He spent a miserable night. The announcements were bad, too. There'd been an escape attempt. Everyone had died. The one small miracle was that neither of his teammates had been part of it.
Still, it was time to find them. They clearly weren't going to come across him, so the onus to search once more fell upon his shoulders. He stood, and started walking through the forest, looking for them.