When Declan awoke, it was morning, but he was not lying on the ground by the river. He was under a man-made roof, which caused him to sit up with a start and immediately fall out of the hammock he was lying in. Hitting the floor, he was surprised to find it was wood. He was expecting compacted dirt.
“Are you okay?” Annie asked poking her head inside his sleeping area.
“How did we get here?” Declan asked, confused. “Where is here?”
“We’re inside Murdock’s cabin,” Annie informed him, “and I have no idea how we got here.”
“You seem to be lacking perplexity with the fact that we went to sleep in one area and are now somewhere else without any memory of how we got here, how long it took, or how we are going to get back,” Declan said with a scolding tone.
“I, for one, know where we are and
