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grass on the bank of the river he watched the entrance for a few hours. He was ready to call it quits when he saw a figure at the mouth of the cave.  He sat up so he could see better when he saw the figure move out onto the rocks. "That's a bad idea," he said to himself. He watched the figure slowly make his way across a narrow ledge when it fell into the freezing cold river below. Jordan jumped up and ran down the riverbank trying to keep up with whomever it was bobbing up and down in the fast currents.
     
     
    Remington had walked as far as he could through the woods over night, never coming across any roads; which was a plus.  They would be patrolling the roads looking for him.   He guessed it had been around five to six miles before he was completely exhausted and had to stop. He was freezing and banged up good.  He had a twisted ankle, large gashes running up and down both legs, and his back felt like it had been hit with a bat.  His head ached with the worse migraine he had ever had. It was just starting to get light out.  He needed a place to hide. He was looking around the woods when he found a huge gutted tree lying across the forest floor. Remington made his way over to it.  He desperately needed to sit down and rest, just for a few minutes. He sat down on the log and tried to catch his breath; the cold air pierced his lungs and it was painful. He tried to take shallow breaths, but his head was spinning.  Remington knew he wasn't going to be able to stay conscious much longer.  He looked around at his surroundings and saw something odd; a shadow in the trees, it was out of place, he could see between all the other trees now that it was beginning to get light out, but between two particular trees back in the forest there was a black mass. It startled him, had they found him already? It didn’t appear to be shaped like a person, but he couldn't be positive, he was having trouble staying focused. Remington jumped up from the log to run but his feet wouldn't move.  His vision started to get spotty when everything went dark.  He passed out.
     
     
     
    The sun was starting to shine. Jackie could see the warm light trying its best to shine through the closed curtains.  She finished watching the news and cut herself up some fruit for breakfast. She poured herself another cup of coffee and headed outside to sit on the front porch. It wasn't anywhere near as ominous as it was the night before. The birds were singing and the slow breeze caressed the wind chimes. She sat down in the rocking chair and just looked around.  She checked the tree line and saw nothing but the woods.  She looked out toward the road and saw no other tire tracks besides her own, no dirty shoe prints on her porch leading to her front door.  She was sure of what she saw; even though it was hard to think she hadn't just imagined it all when she was now outside in the light of this beautiful day.  Jackie finished her coffee and took her plate back in the house.  It was time to go to town; she would try to spend the whole day there if she could keep herself busy. She needed away from this solitude for a while.  Jackie grabbed the clothes to be donated to the local Goodwill, locked the front door, loaded her car, and left.  It took about a half hour to get to town.  When she reached the hardware store she saw Henry Miller sitting on the front porch.  She pulled in and got out of her car to greet him. "Hello Mr. Miller!" Jackie said as she climbed the porch stairs.
    "Well hello young Lady! How are you on this beautiful day? Please, call me Henry." Henry stood up and offered the chair next to him to Jackie.
    "Um, I'm ok." Jackie said taking a seat.
    "What can I do you for? You needing more paint already?" Henry laughed.
    "No, no, nothing like that.  I was just wondering if you had a few minutes to talk?"
    "Oh sure! Carl’s minding the store, and there’s no one in there anyway."  He smiled.  "What do you want to talk