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Angie felt weak. She had drunk all the water available, trying to stretch it as far as possible. Not having eaten for so long, she felt shaky and confused. All she could do was lie back on the seat and wait. And wait. That’s all she had been doing for what seemed like days, even though it had not been that long. She endured mosquitos attacking like dive bombers and been terrified a few times by animal noises during the night. Her worst fear was a gator coming along and sliding through the window. But she wasn’t sure they were in this area. She had never heard of a gator attack before, but then, she wasn’t an avid reader of the newspaper. And she hadn’t lived in the area for many years.
In the quiet of the setting, she heard someone singing. It was faint, but loud enough to recogn
