Mike: Okay, my turn. Are you lying to me?
Me: What kind of question is that? We are doing truth, right?
Mike: Sure. Answer.
Me: No I am not lying. My turn. What’s your favorite color?
Mike: Its green, but why are you asking me stupid questions?
Me: Is that your question to me?
Mike: Demi. No, its not. I’m just saying.
Me: Wait, we’ll get to that later. We do have a while.

And then the situation stuck, they did have a while and who knew about rescue?

Mike: Are you mad that I saved you? I’m skipping easy.
Me: Fine. No. I’m not mad, surprised. Do you regret it?
Mike flinched.
Oh no, too deep.

It was like a wound in him. His face changed completely, twisted in pain.

Me: I’m sorry.
Mike: No, I don’t regret it. Sam was dying.
Me: What do you mean?
Mike: I mean, that she was supposed to die last month from her disease but she lived.
Me: Um.
Mike: Don’t say anything.

Suddenly, there was movement in the bush behind us. Mike stood in front of me as…
......
a pale hand reached out.