The limo makes a stop in an unfamiliar jungle, and I am hauled out of the car with Angel buckled between my hand and my chest. The kid is terrified to death, and I am a nervous nervous wreck too. I howled in the limo until I gave up, because all these monsters did was laugh and mock at my panics and despondency. They said it was my end, that I won't even see the setting of the sun, but I am hanging on the tiny thread of hope that Andy heard our conversation. If he did, he is almost nearby. He is gonna save us. If he didn't, then...