No luck finding something useful to do getting the raft together with Ripley--Scott was there and they were talking and the very sight of him made Clarice tear up again and feel utterly helpless. /I am surrounded by people I thought were friends who turn out backstabbing or crazy or completely lacking in human compassion./ Shuddering, and knowing things still had to be done, Clarice waited until Ripley had noticed her, then hung her rope on a branch for them to use and walked off as quickly as she could.

Locke was watching her out of the corner of his eye; she headed for a patch of bamboo further down along the treeline and just did her best to hold it together. /Just concentrate on getting the goddamned poles together./

**/Calm down, baby./**

/I took the fucking Ativan, I'm functional, I haven't freaked out or attacked anyone, and I'm still working. If you expect me to feel good about this...nightmare...you're crazy, Daddy./

**/Maybe you should hit the sack once the body's dealt with. Get some rest. Check out of this for a while./**

/They should make Daisy get soaked to the bone and covered in bird shit and corpse mess retrieving Lucy's body. She's the one who let Lucy do it and then left the mess for everyone else to clean up. But nobody would listen to me if I suggested it./

She pulled out the little sawblade attachment from her multi-tool. It was crap for anything involving real wood, but it wasn't bad with bamboo. She started sawing at one of the biggest, heaviest stalks, her vision blurring and clearing and blurring again.

/Lucy's the lucky one today, that cowardly cunt. I can't help it. Right now I'm almost nothing but jealous of her freedom from this place./

**/Don't even think like that, baby. I already warned you--/**

/You're not the one having to live through this./