Ralph rushes through the forest, sweat pouring down his face. Instinct had kicked in, and he was no longer feeling tired, or famished. The only thought he had was to escape, to not stop running. He stopped, and listened. A rustling was heard in the bush next to him, as a savage appears, spear ready. Ralph, without thought, stabs the savage. He screams in pain as Ralph continues stabbing, just keeps stabbing and stabbing, can't stop, won't stop…. Ralph wakes screaming in his room. He looks around, taking in his surroundings. It was his bed room before he left on the trip, before the island. It had all been a dream.
