Jane walked as quietly as she could over the dark, sodden trail. Decayed leaves, sticks and fallen branches littered the path. She stepped over them as best she could, but the going was difficult. Jane was trying to get back to camp without making a sound. Her friends were there and she knew they would be worried about her. It had been two hours since she told them “I’ll be right back.” <p><p>High above tree branches formed a canopy that obscured the sun. She could tell it was getting lower in the sky. But as much as she wanted to run, she knew she needed to be careful not to trip. Jane was concerned that if she were to seriously injure herself no one would know where to find her. The last thing she wanted was to spend the night in woods injured and alone.<p><p>