Little John and Djaq were returning to camp in companionable silence. The deliveries to Clun had been quiet and they had been unaccosted by any of the sheriff's men. As they approach the camp the silence turn to unease. No noise was coming from the camp. Typically they could make out muffled sounds of conversations. Djaq drew her dagger and John gripped his staff tighter. They stealthily approached the ridge overlooking the camp and their fears were realized. The camp was utterly destroyed. Fabric, rope, lanterns, and wood structures were ripped, broken, shattered, and strewn across the clearing. Cautiously they walked into the center of the destruction. The hairs on their necks stood up and they shared a glance. In a cleared spot in the middle of the chaos were three broken outlaw tags and Robin's bow, snapped in half.

"We are not safe" Djaq said bluntly. "We must go to the secondary meetup location. The others will be there if…" she could not finish her sentence but they both knew: if they got away.

"I know." Little John grabbed the broken tags and they quickly left.

It wasn't long before they reached the predetermined alternative camp location. As they approached they saw the subtle signs they had agreed to leave for each other to know someone was there. Someone made it out! They came to the entrance and were greeted by a sword.

"Allan!" Djaq said startled. "It is only us!" Allan quickly lowered the blade, stepping back to let them in. This camp was much smaller and with fewer supplies but was still hidden and had a couple "room" separations.

"Where are the others?" Asked Little John, unable to keep a note of suspicion out of his voice. He had never forgiven Allan for working with Gisborne.

"They got Robin. They shot Will with an arrow. Just his arm!" Allan added the last sentence quickly as he saw the alarm on Djaq's face. "They surrounded camp, don't know how they snuck up on us. Robin told us to run."

"Ahhhh! Ow, Much!" Djaq ran to the sound of Will's voice in one of the side rooms. She saw a small fire with a pot of water on it, Will was sitting on a bunk with half an arrow still embedded in his lower left arm. Much had his wrist in a tight grip. Both men looked up as she entered. A flash of relief appeared on Much's face briefly before he returned to stone-faced concern.

"I am sorry. This will hurt. Much, do you have clean bandages? A needle. And thread too," Djaq rattled off quickly taking control of the situation. Much stood to let her take his spot and fetch the items she requested. "John! Come in here, help me hold him."

Will gritted his teeth, trying not to fight against Djaq. He knew she was trying to help. "It's ok. Do it."

Little John sat on Will's right side, grabbing his right arm with one hand and steadying his left shoulder with the other. Much had returned with the supplies.

"Please try to relax your arm Will" Djaq urged. "It will make it easier." Will took a couple deep breathes, trying to follow her suggestion as she prodded the arm around the arrow head. Suddenly she grasped the arrow shaft and plucked it out.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Will screamed, face contorted in pain breaths coming fast and shallow. Djaq deftly washed the skin and inspecting the wound decided stitches were not required. She began to wrap the cleansed wound with bandages muttering apologies as she worked. Little John and Much stepped back outside.

"He'll be fine" Little John assured Allan who visibly relaxed.

"What about Robin? Will he be fine?" Much spat angrily, beginning to pace. "We should not have left him, he wouldn't leave any of us! We have to go and get him out."

"Easy now..." Allan started but he was abruptly cut off.

"No! You don't get to say that! You ran off so fast! You didn't need much convincing! Robin wouldn't have run!" Much had stopped pacing and was in Allan's face. His voice increased in volume as he fired off accusations. John felt his heart start to beat faster. Allan had run off, the traitor! He adjusted his grip on his staff.

"He would've cut Robin's throat right there!" Allan defended himself, growing nervous. "We had no choice! Robin told us to go. We would've been no good to him dead. And… And if you hadn't hesitated maybe Will wouldn't be hurt!" Much felt a twinge of guilt at the truth of his friend' words. He opened his mouth as if to reply but he closed it before saying anything. Instead he resumed his pacing. John held his stance, he needed to know what happened.

Will and Djaq emerged from the room. Will looked a bit paler than normal and his teeth were still clenched against the pain in his arm. "There was nothing we could've done" he said. Much, Will, and Allan filled John and Djaq in about what had transpired. There was a moment of silence after they finished the tale.

"The question is, what do we do now?" Djaq replied.

Much stopped pacing and looked around at his friends. "We get him out."