Once she reached the camp site, Daniella scrambled through the cluttered tent, searching for the tool that could be her ticket to saving lives. Finally, she felt the wire cutters’ cold metal in her grip. But her relief was short-lived as rustling leaves reminded her of lurking dangers.
At a distance she saw a dark figure move closer, and she held still, hoping the foliage would keep her hidden. The figure came into view—it was the traveler from the locket. He looked rugged and frustrated, armed with nets and other sharp tools.