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the natural trail--that she would find they were
laying in wait for her.
                She didn’t care if they did capture her again if
she could be with him. She needed to touch him, to hold him and assure herself
that he was alive, that they hadn’t harmed him.
                The door opened easily, giving the lie to her
hope.  She stepped inside anyway, began to trot down the corridor when she
found only her own footsteps echoing back at her.  Mindless in her desperate
quest, she searched the facility from top to bottom, refusing to accept that it
was deserted, trying to convince herself that she would find him every time she
opened another door and found only another empty room.
                Despair crushed the air from her lungs when she
realized that there was no where else to look, that she had searched every
single lab and office and store room.  He wasn’t here.
                Too miserable even to think of any other
possibilities, she trudged out of the facility again.  The blank camera eye
that stared down at her as she stepped outside again seemed almost like a slap
in the face.  She glared at it, feeling fury surge through her.  “Where is he,
damn you!” she screamed.
                Her voice echoed through the trees, but no answer
followed it.
                Lost in sorrow and her rambling thoughts, Erin
had no real idea of how long she stood in the same spot, simply staring blindly
at her surroundings.  Slowly, though, she became aware that the sun had set,
that evening was closing in and as it did, the jungle around her had begun to
come alive with the whispering movements of its denizens.
                She wasn’t going to make it back to the mainland
before it was full dark.  A wise person would have found a place to settle for
the night, she knew, since she was risking getting lost in one of the bayous.
                She found she didn’t care.  The only thing that
she cared about beyond finding him was getting as far away from the facility,
and her memories, as possible.
                The hair on her back crept even as she headed for
the trail again.  She dismissed it.  The facility itself was enough to give her
the creeps after everything that had happened there.  The feeling didn’t abate
with distance, though.  It became more pronounced.  She realized after a time
that she’d been vaguely aware of other sounds around her, furtive movements in
the underbrush.
                A short distance away, she heard the abrupt
baying of a canine.  Goosebumps ran up her arms and down her back as she heard
the sound picked up by another throat, and then another.
                A pack of wild dogs, or wolves.  The former was
more likely, but she couldn’t rule out the possibility of the latter, not when
they’d captured Jesse in the bayous that surrounded the landward side of the
island.
                It was stupid to run in either case.  She
couldn’t outrun them if they were already on her trail and running only stirred
their hunter instincts.
                She broke into a run anyway, hoping she was near
enough to the end of the trail to make it to the beach and her boat.  The sound
of something heavy landing beside her registered a split second before
something slammed into her and drove her into the ground, landing on top of
her.
                Too stunned by the impact to move or scream, or
even think, Erin didn’t even move when the weight lifted slightly away from
her.  In the dimness, a face loomed above hers.  She jerked all over, though, when
he leaned close and dragged in a deep breath.
                “It’s her,” he said to someone nearby.
                The brush rustled.  “Where you goin’ in such a
hurry, chère ?”
                She recognized the heavy Cajun accent.  She
didn’t recognize either