So, he smiled brightly at Chris, made a big show of reaching behind his back………..and slugged him hard in the jaw, sending him sprawling onto the grass. He swore into the ground while Jamie stepped over him, walking over to the Fighting Beavers' boy's cabin.

----- Three Hours Ago-------

Cameron looked over at the corpse of his former rival, Jamie, with mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was ecstatic that now his biggest competition for the prize was six feet under. On the other hand, without Jamie, the fun of the competition would go down the toilet. It would just be like winning at the school track meet, or beating his own high score on a game. No challenge. Cameron sighed and walked over to the sobbing Kayla and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I offer my condolences." He said quietly, but she shrugged his hand away with a small grunt and leaned away from him. He looked down at her, while Shane said, "Dude, you might want to leave her alone."

Cameron was still for a second, then he nodded, walking away slowly. The others, after a minute, followed him, with Kayla's moderately hysterical cries echoing through the woods.

They all arrived at the camp after a few minutes of walking, all of them remaining unusually silent. Cameron walked across the main area and wandered onto the Dock of Shame, while the others slowly scattered around the camp.

Cam, however, paid them no mind, instead sitting down on the dock and looking down into the water. Despite the camp's horrible cleanliness standards, the water around it was actually quite clear, and Cameron could see down roughly twenty feet to the sandy bottom of the lake. Several fish darted around the wooden posts, which had been re-enforced with metal after the dock collapsed in the first season, taking quick nips out of the reeds growing up from the bottom.

Cam looked to where a large group of fish had gathered, and placed his hand, palm open, in the water. He concentrated, and a burst of bubbles filled the water as he sent a current of boiling water at the fish, causing them to scatter and disappear from view. He leaned back onto the worn boards of the dock, placing his hands behind his head and looking up at the blue sky, wondering what would happen next…

Effie sat with Sam, who was in the Mess Hall, simply trailing his fork through Chef's liquid dinner. Jamie's death had really hit everyone hard, but still, she didn't think anyone had really grasped what had happened. The fact that any of them could die, even by accident, was a sobering experience.

She sadly looked over to Sam, who had begun to actually eat his food, and asked, "How long do you think Chris will keep us here? I mean, one of us died for Christ's sake!" She finished loudly. Sam swallowed his food with a lot of effort and looked over at her. "You see to be under the impression that Chris gives a damn." He deadpanned before he began spooning his mashed potatoes into his mouth again. Effie sighed and looked out the window of the Mess Hall, a worried expression on her face.

Victoria sat in front of the beauty mirror in the girls' side of the Chipmunk's cabin, painting her nails an acidic green color. Well, the mirror wasn't so beautiful, since it was cracked along one side and dirt made the edges hazy. Apparently Chris would rather buy hair-gel then spring for some Windex.

The venomous girl barely thought about Jamie's death and Kayla's grief, although the sadistic part of her did enjoy seeing her cry like that. Now, she could really understand why Chris did what he did. This, she admitted, worried her a little.

In his two stories, ultra-luxury trailer, Chris was holding a phone to each ear, jabbering with two lawyers. "So, how much can his family sue us for?" Chris asked one of them worriedly. The lawyer on the other line answered. Chris's pupils shrank, his face leeched its tan away, and his mouth dropped open. And then, he fainted dead away.

------Present------

Jamie walked into the Beaver cabin, with the other looking after him. Then, Kayla and Shane ran after him. They followed him inside, where the blinds on the windows were down, making the room dark and foreboding.

Jamie sat on his top bunk bed, one leg brought up to his chest. "Jamie?" Kayla called out questioningly, and he looked up at her. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but she could have sworn she saw his eyes glow for a minute.

He moved over and dropped down onto the floor, walking over to them. Kayla looked up into his face, and he smiled warmly down at her, but it didn't reach his eyes. They were pale and cold, like a frozen arctic wasteland. "What happened to you?" She asked, and he sighed as he put his arm around her. "Simple," He answered, "I died and came back."

This, of course, didn't answer a single one of her questions, but then, his hand clenched and his jaw tightened as he grunted in pain. Kayla held a hand out uncertainly, wondering if he was okay. He nodded, and then straightened out. "I'm fine, just a little sore from the explosion." He said, but she noticed something in his gaze as he looked down at her.

His eyes, for just a moment, had warmed to the familiar glint she knew. The Jamie she knew. But then, they hardened again, and this knew, distant Jamie was back, and turned away from her.

"Jamie, please, talk to me." Kayla pleaded, and he turned to look at her, his expression unreadable. Then, he shrank and disappeared, and a dark blue hummingbird flew out the window. She sighed, and Shane placed a hand on her shoulder. " He'll be fine. I promise." He assured her, and Kayla desperately wanted to believe him.