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three // into the woods

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Thump. Thump. Thum. Thu. Th. T...

As quickly as The Monster had entered their world, it faded away. Klaus opened his mouth to speak, but Caroline pressed her index finger against his lips' smooth surface, untrusting of the silence. Minutes escaped their grasp, and she and Klaus remained inside of the tree's grip, protected. At last, their names began to echo through the forest. "Caroline?! Sawyer?"

Her light blue eyes interlocked with Klaus' cold ones. She arched an eyebrow. Is it safe to go out there?, she asked him mentally. He responded with a shrug. He didn't have to send a message for his thoughts to reach her; she knew. Klaus was waiting for her command, because he trusted her own senses more than his. After a moment of debating, she pushed her way through the leaves. "Stefan! Is that you?!"

Klaus smirked, shaking his head back and forth. "Who else would be calling our names in a jungle located in the middle of an uninhabited island God knows where..."

She punched him lightly, as Stefan ran over to them. "Did either of you see that thing? What it looked like? How big it was? Where it went?" They shook their heads, both wishing they had. It hadn't really occurred to take notes for investigations while fighting for their lives.

Caroline began to walk, and then found herself tripping on a round object. With closer examination, it was revealed to be a mango. Well, that leaves starving to death out of my possible causes of demise. She sighed, and looked at the two boys.. "We should get going. The others are probably worried sick about us."

Klaus nodded, and moved his hand sideways as a gesture of approval. "Lead the way, love."

"Okay." She skipped a little around a fallen tree, of which was covered with moss that had a mint green hue. Leaves that had grown brown with age crunched as her feet made contact with them, and violet dragonflies stalked her every move. Just then, she spun around, eyeing him suspiciously. "Did you just call me love?"

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Later that day, an adorable boy around ten years of age, pondered through the jungle. Walt Lloyd was well aware that his father would be outraged to find him away from the beach, but he didn't like being told what to do. Kicking a pebble like a soccer ball, he called his dog's name. "Vincent! Vincent, where are you boy? Vincent, come here!" After running around a little, he stopped. He bent down, and lifted up a familiar red leash.

Walt then tilted his head, and then continued to plod around the jungle, calling his yellow lab's name. "Vincent? Come here, boy." He paused for a second, growing doubtful. "Vincent?"

His eyes then widened, as a shiny silver object caught his eye. He picked it up, rubbing his fingers around the curved edges. "Walt," a familiar voice shouted, causing him to roll his eyes. "What the hell are you doing out here in the jungle?"

"I just thought... I thought... I wanted to find Vincent."

His father, Michael, looked down at his son with sorrow. He placed his hands on his son's shoulders, and began to talk. "Didn't you hear what I told you -- To stay on the beach with the rest of us? After everything we've been through... I can't lose you again." He frowned, looking at the special gift the jungle had given Walt. "What's that?"

Smiling as if he'd won the lottery, Walt lifted a pair of handcuffs in the air. "I just found them!"

Terror swept through Michael's brain, as he thought about all of the possibilities. Why would handcuffs be on an abandoned island? He grabbed his son's hand protectively, causing his smile to fade with the knowledge that things were not okay. "Come on, let's get out of here..."