Pocahontas walked to her canoe in silence. She knew she should have stayed behind with John, but she just couldn't bare to think about all the pain he was in.

A few hours later, John sat up on his pallet. He knew he shouldn't do what he was about to do, but he was going to do it. He couldn't ask for help. Not when where he was going was a secret. And John hated not being able to do things for himself.

John swallowed hard as he stood up. He sighed with relief, then began to feel his way across the room with his hands on the wall. It never accured to him that he was about to walk out the door, and there was nothing to feel along out there.

He knew he had successfully made it out of the hut when he felt the hot air outside hit his face. He stopped and took in a deep breath. He could hear and sense the villagers around him. Listening carefully, he walked towards the sound of the river. He knew that if he went downstream, he could easily find his destination.

John suddenly felt himself being pushed forward. He fell with a splash into the water. He was thankful it was shallow, but it wasn't in plain view of the village, that much he knew. He could no longer hear the voices of the villagers.

Who had pushed him? Pocahontas would not have done something like that, knowing he was blind. But someone else might have.

John used his ears and his instincts to find his way out of the river. As he did, he tripped over a rock

Coming out here was the worst idea I've ever had. John thought. What was I thinking? I'm blind now; I can't see a thing!

John began to make his way up the river again. Or at least he thought it was upriver. And he sure didn't know hat he would trip over a large log and fall back into the river.

The cold water hit him like a ton of bricks. John knew he had fallen into a deeper, swifter part of the river...and that he'd have to swim.

Pocahontas was on her way back towards the village when something caught her eye. It was a man, swimming in the worst past of the rapids.

But when he surfaced for air, Pocahontas realized it wasn't just any man. This man had blond hair...and he didn't seem to be able to see.

"JOHN!" Pocahontas realized with a start. She quickly began to paddle in his direction. "John, hold on!"

John surfaced for air again, spitting water as he did. "Pocahontas!" He called out desperatly. He knew he couldn't swim his way back to the bank. WIth the rapids all around him, he didn't know which way the shore was.

Pocahontas frantically paddled up near him. "John, take my hand!" She called.

John looked in her direction, and she knew he had heard her. "No! You'll get pulled in, too!" He called after her.

"No I won't! John, you have to trust me!" Pocahontas reached out her hand. "I'm almost right beside you! Stick out your hand!"

John reluctantly reached out his hand. He knew there was a chance that she could end up in the same position as he as was in, but there was also a chance that whatever she had in mind could work.

Pocahontas leaned over the side of the canoe a bit and reached out her hand. She knew John was stronger, and heavier than she was, but if she didn't do something, anything, John could be drowned! As she passed him as her canoe was taken downriver by the current, she grabbed his hand. She used all her strength to try and pull him into the canoe.

"John, come on! Kick and try to get into the canoe!" She said. John kicked at the water and grabbed the side of the small canoe. Hauling himself up with the help of Pocahontas, he made it into the canoe.

"Are you alright?" Pocahontas panted. John choked out water and sat up in the canoe.

"I'm fine." He said between gulps of fresh air. "But I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't shown up!"

"John, what were you thinking?" Pocahontas asked as she began to paddle.

"I came to find you!" He said as he felt in front of him for the other oar. Finally finding it, be began to paddle.

"But I was coming back, John!" Pocahontas said.

"You still shouldn't have done that! You can't see now, John! You could have been killed!"

"You'd think someone wants me dead." John said.

"What?" Pocahontas asked, turning around to look at him.

"A little upstream, someone pushed me into the river." John answered, dipping his paddle into the water.

"Is that how you ended up back there?"

"No. I tripped and fell back there." John answered.

"That just proves my point that you shouldn't have come out here!" Pocahontas said. "Please John, don't do that again. Please, until you're used to this, please, just stay there."

"I will, I promise." John said. But one question still hung in the air and rattled his brain. Who had pushed him and why?

Well, that I think that could have gone worse!