NOW, THE WHOLE GROUP is together again.

And most of them crowd around Christian.

“What do we do?” Dawn asks the counselor. “You need to call for a rescue, right? You need to call back to headquarters now.”

Lucas and Alex and Brielle and Kyla are more or less saying the same thing. Brandon and Evan don’t seem to give a shit; they’re peering over the ledge toward Amber and kind of nudging each other and giggling about something.

Warden watches Christian like he’s waiting to see what the counselor wants to do.

“Break out the radio, man,” Lucas is saying. “Make the call.”

Christian looks terrified. Like he’s shitting bricks, like he’s realizing Amber is dead and he’s out of a job. And he’s probably going to get sued.

He sets down his daypack and starts rooting inside.

Then he stops.

“Amber has the radio.” He gestures over the edge. “It’s down there.”

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Dawn wants to cry. The Pack’s only competent counselor just fell, probably to her death, and she took the radio with her, and now they’re all lost on top of this stupid mountain with no way to contact headquarters for help.

They’re fucked.

They’re so fucked that all Dawn wants to do is curl up in a little ball and cry until someone else solves the problem.

(And she almost does.)

But then she remembers.

“The rescue beacon,” she tells Christian. “Where is it? Amber said you guys have the radio and a beacon. So where’s the beacon?”

Christian blinks, like he’s just waking up. He looks in his daypack again. The rest of the Pack watches him, waits.

Then Christian sighs.

“It’s down at the tarn,” he tells her. “I left— I forgot it. In my tent.”

Dawn wants to shove him off the edge of the cliff. But there’s no time. She turns to Lucas and Alex, about to enlist them to help her run down and find the beacon.

Call in the rescue helicopter.

Save the day.

But it’s at exactly that moment that Dawn hears Alex gasp. He’s staring down at the north slope toward Amber.

Pointing.

“Holy shit, guys,” he tells the Pack. “She’s alive.”