Perry really did not want to search the entire complex so he headed straight for the pool. On the way there, he bumped into Priya.

"Oh there you are, Perry! We've been looking everywhere for you!"

She took his hand and dragged him outside to the place where they had met for rock climbing. Reuben was handing out various pieces of equipment.

Priya dragged Perry over to where Pinky and Terry were waiting. "Guys, I found him."

"You didn't happen to see Pete, did you?" Terry asked.

"Yeah, he's with Patty," Perry answered. "She arrived for the disco about half an hour ago."

"Well that would explain why we never saw him," Pinky said.

"So what's this all about?" Perry indicated the group. "I'm guessing this is one of the optional Sunday activities."

"It's like orienteering," Pinky explained. "Basically, there are twenty red flares hidden in the forest, and each team has to find three. The first team back out of the forest with three wins. The winning team will get an award during the awards evening."

"Okay," Perry said. "I think I got it."

"They're allowing groups of four," Priya said. "So without Peter, Terry figured it could be the four of us."

"Hey, Perry!"

Perry turned to see Peter coming towards them. "Hey, Pete. Where's Patty?"

"With Millie the Minx," Peter answered. "They're old friends, apparently. They started chatting so I excused myself. So what's going on here?"

As Pinky explained the rules to him, Terry turned to Priya and Perry. "One of us is going to have to join a different group," he said. "We're only allowed four in a group."

Luckily, they were spared from choosing. At that moment, a red flying squirrel caught sight of Priya and waved. "Hey, Priy! Come join our group!"

Priya made an apologetic face. "At least now you don't have to choose," she said. She saw Perry's questioning face. "That's Florey the Flying Squirrel. She's one of my roommates. I'm coming, Flo!"

Priya turned and walked to Florey, who greeted her with a massive hug. Priya looked over her shoulder at Perry, with nothing less than an expression of agony on her face. Perry shrugged apologetically.

…

"We're lost." Perry was the first one to say it.

"We're not lost!" snapped Pinky, turning his map from the right way up to upside down and back again. "Does anyone know which way north is?"

"None of us have any idea which way is north," Terry sighed. "This is why they shouldn't have given us a map."

"We're going to starve out here," groaned Peter, dragging himself dramatically across the ground.

"Pete, get up." Perry was in no mood for this.

The four agents stopped in a clearing. Pinky adjusted his map a few more times before giving up. "Okay…well now we're lost," he admitted.

Perry blamed Pinky. "If you were able to read a map better, we wouldn't be lost!"

Pinky blamed Peter. "Well, if Peter hadn't dragged us so far off the path to find some non-existent flare, we wouldn't be this far into the woods!"

Peter blamed Perry. "But if Perry hadn't made us go right at the first intersection, we'd be closer to HQ and be able to find our way back!"

Terry didn't blame anyone. "Guys, enough. Your reasons for blaming each other are all flimsy at best. We have to begin finding our way back."

Peter got up. "But we only have two flares," he said, producing them from his backpack.

"Put them away," Terry snapped. "We know we only have two, but would you rather lose the tournament or our lives?"

"I don't think you want me to answer that question."

Perry ignored Peter and looked up at the darkening sky through the canopy of trees. "It's getting dark."

"It's going to rain," Terry said matter-of-factly. "It's actually not that late. We're not going to-." He coughed loudly, interrupting himself. "-miss the disco." He managed to finish his sentence before coughing again.

"Are you okay, Terry?"

"Fine," he coughed. "I just have a headache."

"And a cold too, by the sounds of it," Peter commented.

Pinky reached up and felt the orange turtle's forehead. "Yikes. You're burning up."

At that moment, it began to rain heavily. "Great…" Perry muttered.

"We need to find shelter," Pinky said.

He started off into the trees. Perry saw the almost invisible river just moments too late. "Pinky!"

But Pinky was already gone. Perry turned to Peter as he ran towards the river. "Look after Terry and if you see any berries, don't eat them!"

Perry dived into the river and, just like he had all those days ago when Pinky fell into the pool, kicked his legs and tail and pulled with his arms. The river carried him along until he found Pinky clutching onto a rock in the middle of the stream.

He seized Pinky's hand and climbed out of the river with him. He didn't fancy trying to make their way back to the others in the river, with the current as fast as it was. He set off running but Pinky had gone into a state of shock and didn't want to move. Perry dragged the Chihuahua along until he spotted the clearing through the blinding rain. As he went towards it, he felt a sudden searing pain in his left leg. A sharp vine of thorns had somehow gotten itself wrapped around Perry's leg. The more he tugged, the more the vine hurt him. The more he pulled, the tighter the vine wrapped around his leg. He let go of Pinky's hand and gingerly unwrapped his leg from the vine. It hurt a lot, and Perry could see red blood soaking the fur on his leg.

He retook Pinky's hand and limped into the clearing to find Peter with berry juice dripping down his face.

"Peter!" Perry hissed through the pain of his leg. "I told you not to eat any berries! Why?"

"I was hungry," Peter said sheepishly, wiping his mouth with the back of his paw.

"Alright, well…at least there was no harm done. So which way do you think we should go?"

"To the cliffs yonder."

"What?" Perry turned back to Peter in confusion.

The panda had a dopey look on his face, his posture was weird, and his movements were exaggerated. And he began singing. "AHHH, THE CLIFFS OVER YOONDER!"

"Peter, shut up!"

Perry didn't even think it was a real song that Peter was singing. "Oh man, we have to get out of here," Perry muttered.

He had an idea. He hurriedly took out his phone from his backpack and checked…

"Yes! YES!"

"What?" Pinky asked, terrified.

"I have phone service!" Perry hurriedly dialled Priya's number.

She answered on the second ring. "Oh my God, Perry!" Perry winced at the volume of her voice. "Where are you? The other teams came back hours ago! Are you all okay?"

Perry swallowed, involuntary tears dripping down his face at the pain in his leg. "No, Priy. We're not. Pete's delusional, Pinky nearly drowned again, Terry's got some kind of fever, and I hurt my leg really badly. I can barely walk, and I'm the only one who actually has all my wits."

"I'LL TAKE SOME PIE PLEASE," Peter bellowed in the background, as if to prove Perry's point.

"Hold on, I'll tell Reuben."

The phone clicked off. At that moment, Perry realised that Peter was just about to walk into the river. He dropped his phone, ran, and pulled Peter back just before he dropped into the water. He pushed his friend onto the bank, where the panda lay and giggled madly. Then Peter jumped up and ran for the river again. Perry struggled to hold him back. "Pete!" he shrieked. "Come on!"

Perry's phone rang again but Perry couldn't answer it because Peter would run into the river and get swept away if Perry let his friend go. He desperately looked to see if Pinky could answer it but he spotted the Chihuahua hanging onto a tree branch about fifty feet above them. "Pinky, what the heck…?" Perry muttered.

He looked towards Terry, but the orange turtle was barely conscious.

The situation was so frustrating, that Perry couldn't contain his rage. "WHY ARE YOU ALL SUCH MASSIVE MORONS?" he screamed.

That seemed to shock something into Terry, because he managed to reach out and tap "answer" and somehow "speaker" too. "Perry?" Priya's voice filled the air.

"PRIYA!" Perry yelled. "WHAT DO I DO?"

"Reuben says send up one of the flares!"

"I CAN'T EXACTLY DO THAT RIGHT NOW!" Perry screeched, wrestling with Peter.

But again, it seemed that Terry was spurred into action. He brought out one of the matches, lit the fuse, and rolled away, coming to a stop near the river, where he passed out.

Perry used the last of his strength to push Peter away from the river. The panda tripped over a tree root and knocked himself out. Perry fell to his hands and knees, the pain in his leg becoming unbearable. He barely noticed when the flare shot up into the sky with a loud hiss. Even the explosion of the flare didn't make him look up. He rolled onto his back and closed his eyes. Because of the dull pain, sleep came easily.