EPILOGUE - The Adventure Ends

Three of the four unconscious people lying on the dusty, rocky ground began to stir.

Lord John Roxton slowly opened his eyes. He wondered where he was and why there were knives stuck in his backside. He raised himself up on one elbow, squinting his eyes against the pain. He looked over his shoulder and grimaced. He was lying on a thorn bush. And not just any thorn bush, but one with thorns as long as darning needles! With much groaning and cussing, he managed to disentangle himself from the offending bush and got to his feet.

He heard a moan from behind him and, turning carefully, he saw Veronica standing holding her head. Her bare legs and arms were crisscrossed with scratches. He started to move towards her when he heard an even louder moan that floated up from behind some low shrubs to his right. He would recognize that moan anywhere.

"Are you all right, Veronica?" he called to her. She nodded her head, wincing slightly.

Roxton moved as quickly as he could around the shrubs that hid the moaner. He prayed that Marguerite was not badly hurt. He stopped in surprise when he saw Marguerite lying on her back behind the shrubs, eyes dark with irritation. Her irritation stemmed from the fact that the still mostly unconscious Ned Malone was lying on top of her.

"I came to rescue you, Marguerite," he laughed. "But now I'm not so sure you'll want me to."

Marguerite growled and tried to push Malone off. Ned moaned and flopped back and forth.

Roxton laughed again. "I guess I should leave, and give you two some privacy," he smirked.

"Don't you dare leave me here, John Roxton," she said between clenched teeth.

Ned groaned again and rubbed his head into her chest.

"And get him the hell off of me!" she demanded.

Still laughing, John grabbed Malone by his shoulders and rolled him over onto his back. Ned groaned again, then opened his eyes.

"Where am I?" he asked groggily.

"Not very original, Ned," Roxton chided, clicking his tongue.

Marguerite sat up and reached her hand up for Roxton to help her to her feet.

He pulled her up and she stood swaying for a minute. Ned sat up, too.

"It might not be original, John," he protested. "but it's relevant. Just where in hell are we?"

Veronica came walking gingerly over to join them. She was dragging one of their backpacks she had found. She stooped down next to Ned and put her hand on his head.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

He nodded. "I think so." He staggered to his feet. "Were we all trampled by a herd of dinosaurs, or what?"

"I think it must be "or what", Ned, and I sure would like to know what," Roxton said. He had a sudden thought.

"Where's Challenger?" he asked in concern. "Does anyone remember if he was with us?"

"No," answered Marguerite. The other two just shook their head.

"Challenger!" Roxton called. "Where are you!"

They listened, but heard nothing.

"We'll have to search for him," Roxton decided. "Are you all well enough to walk?"

Besides some bumps, bruises, and scratches, they decided that they weren't so badly hurt. They quickly stared looking for the leader of their party.

They found him a few yards away. He was still unconscious. His friends made him as comfortable as they could and felt for broken bones. He seemed to be in one piece, so they sat down with him until her regained consciousness. It wasn't long. He groaned and his eyes flickered, until he could finally open them fully.

"Where am I?" he whispered.

He didn't understand why the others howled with laughter.

Ned finally got himself under control and told him, "We're waiting for you to tell us!"

Challenger sat up and took a drink of water from the canteen that Veronica held out for him.

"Are you sure you're all right?" she asked him seriously.

"Yes. Yes, my dear. I'm a tough old bird. I'll be fit to travel soon."

Roxton and Marguerite had been walking around, gathering up their belongings. The rifles hadn't gone far, but they found their hats as far as twenty meters away. They didn't remember just what equipment they had brought with them, but after finding two backpacks, they assumed that each one of them had been carrying a full pack. Luckily, the pack seemed to have been packed and closed tightly before whatever had happened to them had happened.

They carried and dragged everything they could find back to where Challenger sat with Ned and Veronica. Ned was treating their scratches with the antiseptic goo that they always packed when they went exploring.

John and Marguerite sat down.

"Well," said Marguerite. "I don't suppose any of you remember where we are or what we were doing here?"

"I might know where we are," answered Veronica, pulling a folded paper out of her pack. "This looks like a map."

"A map? Let's see it," insisted Marguerite. She pulled it away from Veronica.

"Hey!" Veronica protested. "Don't you think that I might be able to understand it a little better than you can?"

Marguerite was turning the map around and around trying to make some sense of it. She thrust it back at Veronica.

"Be my guest."

Veronica gave her a dirty look but took the map and scooted closer to Challenger. They pored over the map. Suddenly Veronica's face brightened.

"I know where this place is," she said excitedly. "There should be a cliff back that way, and if we go this way," she pointed in the direction of the meadow, "we should be able to reach home before dark."

Everyone brightened up.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" asked Marguerite jumping up. "I can't wait to have a nice, hot shower!"

"Sit down, Marguerite," said John. He pulled her back down beside him. "Now that we know the way home, maybe we can figure out what we were doing here."

Challenger cleared his throat. "I might be able to enlighten you, but I'll need to study my notes." He looked around at his friends. "Why don't we start for home and I'll see if I can decipher my scribbles."

Again, Marguerite was the first one up.

"Oh come on, everyone. Who cares why we were here? Isn't it enough that we know how to get home?" She shrugged on her backpack, picked up her rifle, and walked towards the meadow.

As she reached the dividing line of bushes, she looked back at the others, who were still sitting on the ground.

"Well? It'll be dark in a few hours. Chop, chop! Let's go!"

Roxton bowed as he sat. "Coming, Your Highness."

He stood up and looked at the others. "She does have a point. We don't want to be out after dark."

The others stood up. Roxton looped Challengers pack over his shoulder with his own. When Challenger started to protest, John said, "Now, George. You need to concentrate on finding out what we were doing out here. If your pack gets too heavy for me, I'll give it back. Now, I suppose that you'll want your journal out of it before I close it up."

Challenger took out his journal and tucked it under his arm. He was really grateful that John had shouldered his pack. As he started walking, he found he'd sustained more bumps and bruises than he had realized.

Roxton hurried to catch up with Marguerite. Ned and Veronica walked behind Challenger. Veronica leaned over to whisper to Malone.

"How can Roxton be such a lapdog to that woman?" she snorted in discuss. "Doesn't he realize that she's a selfish, egotistical."

"Shhh!" Ned warned. "Marguerite is Marguerite. Roxton is a smart man. He must see something worthwhile in her. Maybe we should try harder to do so, too."

Veronica looked at him contemplatively, then shrugged. "Since we're stuck with her, I guess we'll have to give her the benefit of the doubt." She frowned. "But don't expect me to give in to her."

"I would never expect you to do that," Ned said facetiously.

Challenger, who was already deeply absorbed in his journal, looked up and saw that Ned and Veronica were ready to go.

"Wait up!" he called to Roxton and Marguerite, who were already out of sight.

The dust from the dry ground rose up around their feet as they began the long walk home.

Drifting back down, the wind from their passing blew the dust over a well- worn, little leather boot, half buried under a thorn bush on the edge of the meadow.

**

The elevator reached the top level of the treehouse. Marguerite flung herself out of it.

"Time portals.vortexes! Why in the world would you drag us out to look for these.these ridiculous.theories of yours, George!

"Now, now, Marguerite," soothed Roxton. "George's journal does indicate that we might have found these time portals. But, what I can't understand is, who are those people his journal mentions. And where did they go?"

Challenger came down the steps behind them, his nose still buried in his papers.

"I can't answer your questions, John, at least not right now. But I will tell you this.those people we were with had found the time portals first and told us about them." He looked up musing. "They must have been scientists of some sort. Their description of the portals is extremely detailed. It's really too bad that we can't remember them," he sighed.

"I guess we might never know exactly what happened, eh, George?" Roxton said thoughtfully.

"Oh, I hope to figure it out some day, old man. We can't have the mysteries of the plateau stump us forever. I'm convinced that everything here has one simple explanation."

"What's that, George?" Ned asked, as he and Veronica stepped down from the elevator.

"I was telling John, that all of the mysteries we have encountered since we've been stranded here are all threads of a.tapestry, which, one day, I am convinced, will form a picture that will explain everything."

"Now, that is something worth waiting for," Ned exclaimed.

A howl came from the sleeping quarters. They all rushed back to see what new disaster had befallen them.

Marguerite was standing in the doorway of her bedroom, hands on hips, and a furious frown on her pretty face.

As the others came running up behind her, she stormed, "Someone has been in my room! Just look at this mess. Pillows on the floor.the bed sheets all wrinkled and.and dirty! And my shawl! What in the world is it doing hanging up there?"

She turned to John, her large eyes wide. "I think we've had intruders while we've been gone. God knows what they've taken." She turned to the other. "Everyone check your room.see if anything is missing!"

"Wait, wait," Challenger said hurriedly. "I don't think we've had intruders, I think we've had house guests." He looked at their unbelieving faces. "Look, it makes sense. These people mentioned in my journal must have been staying with us. Do check around, maybe we can discover who they were." He waved his hands to shoo them out.

They each went to look in their rooms and soon met back in the kitchen. They sat around the table and had something to eat and drink as they discussed the results of their search.

"Well," Ned began. "All the bedrooms look pretty messy, but nothing seems to be missing and we found nothing left behind by these.house guests."

"That's strange," Challenger mused. "One would think that we would find evidence if five people had been sharing our home." He continued thoughtfully, "Although, I did notice that Summerlee's small alcove has been cleaned out and may have been used as a bedroom."

Roxton cleared his throat. "Well, I found "evidence" of something, but I don't think it will help identify our guests."

"Well don't keep us in suspense, John. What did you find?" Marguerite asked curiously.

Roxton looked at her uncomfortably. "Err, perhaps it would be better if I showed you in private, Marguerite."

"Nonsense!" she said. "What could you possible have found that you can't share with everyone?"

John shrugged. "Okay," he said, "but don't say I didn't warn you."

From behind his back he pulled out a silky, white nightgown.

Marguerite jumped up. "That's my gown," she gasped, taking it from him. "Where did you find it?"

"In my bedroom," stated Roxton, trying to keep a straight face. "On the foot of my bed."

Marguerite narrowed her eyes at him. "Just what are you implying?" she said in a dangerous voice.

Roxton held up his hands in innocence. "I wouldn't dare imply anything," he assured her.

He leaned over to whisper in her ear. "But let's go and talk about it." He raised an eyebrow at her.

"I don't know what there is to talk about," she said haughtily. But she got up and left the room with him.

The candles on the table flickered hypnotically. The night pressed in around the treehouse, reminding the explorers that they had had a weary, unsettling day.

Challenger yawned. "Well, I'm going to call it a day. I'll see you in the morning." Tired and sore, he hobbled down the stairs to his private area behind his laboratory.

Ned and Veronica were left alone in the quiet kitchen. Ned got up and returned to the table with a bottle of sweet wine made the previous year. He held it up in a mute question to Veronica. She nodded her head and he set it on the table as he went to find two glasses.

He sat back down and started pouring the wine.

Veronica giggled. "I wonder what Roxton and Marguerite are talking about?"

"I really think they're talking about their future. It's obvious that they care about each other very much," Ned said wistfully.

Veronica leaned towards him. "Maybe we should start talking about our future, too, Ned," she whispered.

Ned's hand jerked in surprise and he spilled wine on the table. To cover his confusion, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his handkerchief to wipe up the spill. A small object tumbled out of the soft cloth and bounced across the table.

Veronica looked at it, a puzzled frown on her face. "What is that, Ned?" she asked.

Ned finished cleaning up the wine and reached for the tiny, hard object. He turned it over in his hand. "I thought it was a stone, but, and I know this sounds unbelievable, I think it's a child's.tooth!"

They stared at each other. Was this tooth related to their houseguests? How did it get in Ned's pocket?

Veronica picked it up. "I think we should keep it, Ned. I'll put it away until we find out who it belongs to."

Ned nodded in agreement, but his mind was on what Veronica had said earlier. He reached out to cover her hand with his.

"Did you really mean what you said, Veronica. About us having a future.together.

"Maybe," she blushed. "It's something to think about, anyway."

Ned couldn't help grinning. This day wasn't turning out so badly, after all.

Keeping one of her hands in his, he raised his glass of wine, and looked over at Veronica, his heart in his eyes.

"To the future," he said.

Veronica touched the rim of her glass to his.

"Wherever tomorrow takes us."

**

Five children came tumbling onto the soft, tender grasses of the sunny meadow. A great puff of wind blew over their heads, lifting the children's hair and sending Victoria and Edward rolling over one more time.

"Oof!" puffed Edward as he landed on his stomach.

"Ouch!" groaned Victoria, clutching her knee.

"I've lost my boot!" announced Will as he sat up

"Summer!" shouted Alice with delight. "You're back!" She walked on her knees over to the little girl who was lying on her back staring up at the sky.

"Hi, Alice," she grinned at her friend, as Alice helped her up. "Where have I been?"

"You went to find Dolly. Don't you remember?"

"Did I find her?" asked Summer hopefully. She patted her pocket, Dolly's special place, and brought out her favorite doll. "Gosh, Dolly, where did you get such a beautiful dress?"

Her eyes full of wonder, she turned to her big sister, who was just getting to her feet. "Did you make Dolly as new dress, Tori," she asked puzzled. Tori was the only one of the five who could sew.

Victoria's knee hurt and, for some reason, she was in a really foul mood, without quite knowing why.

She snorted, "I didn't give your stupid doll a new dress. And, the next time you go running off, Summer, we're not going to let you play with us anymore. I am sick and tired of all the trouble you cause. Look at my dress! It's all stained and wrinkled." She wiped at the stains on her dress to no avail.

Edward and Will had gotten to their feet as well. Will was hopping around on one foot looking for his boot. Edward had gone to look for the spears they had dropped when they went after Summer.

"Oh, for the love of Pete," he said irritably. "Don't be so hard on Summer, Tori. She's just a little kid. She can't help getting into trouble."

Tori didn't like Edward turning on her. It had never happened before. His disloyalty only emphasized the feeling she had of things not being right. Her unsettled mood intensified. She turned her annoyance towards Will.

Will was still hopping around saying to himself, "Where's my boot? Where's my boot?"

"Will, Dad's going to be really mad at you if you've lost it. Yours were going to Summer, and I haven't outgrown mine yet."

"Help me look for it, please, Tori. I don't want Dad mad at me," pleaded Will.

Victoria rolled her eyes and blew her hair out of her face. "All right. But I'm just helping you so that we all don't get into trouble."

Alice and Summer had seated themselves back down on the grass to admire Dolly's new dress.

"Where did she get it, Summer?" asked Alice. She thought that Dolly was wearing a green dress this morning.

Summer shrugged, then her face brightened. "Mar-greet.I mean Mommy made it.I think." She frowned in frustration. "Oh, I don't know, but it's very pretty."

Alice nodded in agreement. "Do you think she'll make one for my doll?"

"Sure!" Summer told her. Alice grinned.

Summer's mouth hung opened. "Why, Alice, where is your tooth?" she exclaimed.

Alice snapped her mouth shut and felt the gap in her front teeth with her tongue.

She turned to Summer, just as puzzled. She was struggling to remember something.

"It bled a lot and I.I cried." The scene in her head faded away as she tried to remember the rest.

Just then, Edward came back with the spears. His face worn a puzzled frown.

Victoria looked at his face and the uneasy feeling intensified.

She turned to her brother and snapped with little sympathy, "Well, Will, I can't find your boot. I guess you'll just have to face the music with Dad."

Will sat down and rested his arms across his bend knees. "It's not my fault," he muttered, leaning his chin on his folded arms.

Edward sat down beside him. Victoria threw herself down on the grass, too. Her mind was in turmoil. She hated to admit to her uncertainty, but she had to know.

"I don't know what it is, but.I can't remember what we were just doing," she threw out.

"Well," Edward said thoughtfully, "we were throwing our spears at the targets.

"And then Alice said that Summer had." Will stopped in confusion.

"She threw her Dolly in the hole," piped up Alice.

"So. we reached in the.hole and pulled Summer out?" Victoria asked.

"I threw my Dolly in a hole," stated Summer with conviction.

Victoria signed. "Okay then, where's the hole and how did Summer fit into it?"

Edward sighed, too.

"I know what you mean, Tori. Something strange is going on."

She nodded. "I think we should just go home."

"Yes, let's," he agreed.

"Time to go home, everyone," Victoria said, as she stood and brushed off her dress.

Summer jumped up. Humming, she held Dolly by her arms and swung her back and forth.

Alice walked beside her, pushing her tongue in and out of the new gap in her teeth.

Limping behind all of them, Will was dreading the coming confrontation with his father. He hated it when he disappointed him.

Victoria and Edward led the group across the meadow towards the path for home.

Something was definitely wrong. As they looked around the peaceful field, flashes of other scenes and people moved quickly through their memory. Two phantom knights galloped across the meadow right towards Edward. He turned to point them out to Victoria when the memory vanished before he could form the words. Victoria whirled around at the sound of a dog barking, only to feel foolish a moment later.

"Let's hurry," Victoria gulped.

As the five reached the middle of the field, a most welcome sight greeted them. Out of the shade of the jungle path, walked the Roxtons.

Marguerite was behind John. She peeked over one of his shoulders and then ducked down, only to pop up behind his other shoulder. This insane behavior was all for the benefit of the chubby, dark-haired baby in Roxton's arms. John laughed as Margaret Rose giggled so hard at her mother's antics that she started hiccuping.

"Stop, Marguerite. Rosie's going to hiccup right out of my arms. Aren't you, my little Rosebud," Roxton cooed to his youngest child. His little Rosebud reached up and grabbed his mustache.

"Ouch, Rose! Here, Marguerite," he said handing the baby to her. "You and your daughters are tougher on me than a whole pack of raptors!"

Marguerite held the baby up in front of her. She shook her long, dark hair enticingly in Rose's reach.

"And to think, Rose, your father was once the bravest man in the world," she confided to the laughing baby.

"Brave? You bet I'm brave," John said, getting ready to run. "I married you, didn't I?"

"Let's get him, Rosie!" Marguerite tucked the baby securely on her hip and took off after her husband.

Rose crowed with laughter. She was the happiest, best-tempered baby her parents had ever seen. Nothing seemed to upset her.

As Roxton came loping towards them, Victoria and Summer ran up to meet him. Summer jumped into his arms and Victoria hugged him around his waist.

"We caught him for you, Mom," yelled Victoria.

"You'd better give up, Daddy," warned Summer.

Marguerite came running up, laughing and breathing hard.

"Thank you, my darling daughters. Now if you'll take your baby sister for a minute, I'll lean on this handsome man and catch my breath."

Rosie squealed with delight as Victoria took her from her mother. The three girls sat down on the grass and Summer let Rosie play with her Dolly.

Marguerite's eye fastened on the new dress Dolly had on and a puzzled look crossed her face. She looked up at John. "Didn't I have a scarf like that a long time ago?" she asked uncertainly.

John raised his eyebrow and leered at her. "I wouldn't know. I had my eyes on your more interesting garments."

She smacked his arm. "Behave yourself."

"Never!" he smirked.

Will shuffled towards his parents. "Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!" he smiled at them charmingly. "Gosh, Dad, you look really nice today. Did Mom cut your hair, again?"

Roxton cocked his head and squinted his eye at his son. Something was up. When William was charmingly polite, trouble was brewing.

He cut right to the chase. "You might as well confess right now, Will. We'll only find out later."

Will hung his head. "I lost one of my boots," he whispered.

Roxton temper began to rise. Will was notorious for losing things. Marguerite put a restraining hand on his arm.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Will. Now, you'll have to stay at home until Ranobu can make you a new pair." Ranobu was a man from the Zanga village who made all of the families' leather garments.

Will nodded his head in resignation. He hated the thought of staying cooped up in the treehouse. It would be no use to argue, though. His parents wouldn't believe that it wasn't his fault. He couldn't help it if his boot got sucked off in the vortex. He looked up quickly. Now where had that thought come from? What was a vortex? A moment later the thought was gone.

As two more people emerged from the shadows of the path, the group turned to watch their approach.

Ned was laughing at something Veronica was saying. They didn't see the children until Alice yelled.

"Mommy, Daddy, I lost a tooth. I lost a tooth."

She ran to them holding her mouth open with her finger. Edward was close behind her.

"Let me see, sweetheart." Veronica stooped down to look. "Look at this, Daddy," she said to Ned. "Our little girl is really growing up."

Ned stooped down, too. "Hey, I think that I can see your big tooth coming in already!"

Alice's grin widened.

"Where's your tooth, Alice?" Ned asked.

"It's in your pocket, Daddy," Alice answered immediately. Then she frowned.

Ned looked surprised. "I don't think so," he said, patting each of his pockets.

"I.I guess I lost it," Alice confessed. She really couldn't remember when it had fallen out.

Veronica looked over at Ned. "That's all right, Alice. I think the tooth fairy will come anyway..."

"Wait," she said, a memory of something that happened a long time ago coming to mind. "Ned, don't we have a little tooth that we saved in my mother's box?" At Ned's bewildered frown, she said slowly, "Remember?"

Ned nodded in astonishment. "I do now." He looked down at his beautiful daughter. "You know, Alice, I think we have a tooth for the tooth fairy to find, after all."

Relieved, Alice grinned again.

All this time, Edward had been studying his mother. A memory was trying hard to surface. He frowned as he looked at her red hair, which today she wore in a braid down her back. He noted how the sun glinted off of her spectacles that precariously perched on her nose. She had a habit of absentmindedly pushing them up every few minutes. She wore a long dress made in a Zanga fashion. It was very pale green with white swirls running along the hem. It was made to cover one shoulder and hung loosely from her waist. But, that wasn't what caught Edward's eye. As his mother grinned back at Alice, with a grin that was very familiar, the memory he was trying so hard to bring up, suddenly surfaced.

He turned quickly to his father, a frown on his face.

"Dad?" he asked. "Did you ever tell me a story about a jungle princess, who had long blond hair, and she grew up on the plateau, and she could outrun a raptor, and she wasn't afraid of anything?" He stopped for breath and squinted up his eyes, trying to hold on to the memory. "Her clothes were made of lizard leather and they were very short, and." He stopped. The memory was gone.

Veronica turned to Ned, her eyes full of fear.

Ned took a deep breath and said in a voice that was carefully controlled. "I didn't tell you that story, Edward. Do you remember where you heard it?"

"I don't remember, Dad." He shrugged, losing interest. "I guess I must have made it up.

Veronica turned away to hide her shaking from the children.

Ned said hastily. "Edward, take Alice and start for home. We'll catch up with you." He looked at Veronica's hunched shoulders, then turned to the children and made a pushing motion with his hands. "Hurry now or we'll be late for lunch. Grandma and Grandpa are coming over and bringing a special treat."

"Hooray," cheered Alice. "I can show them my missing tooth."

She grabbed Edward's hand and they both took off for home.

Ned turned quickly to Veronica. He put his arm around her shaking shoulders.

"It's all right, Sweetheart. Edward doesn't remember where he heard that story. He'll forget about it in a few days. You know that none of us would have told him. We all know the risks."

Veronica was almost hysterical.

"The children are in danger, Ned! We have to get them away."

"There's no place to take them that would be any safer than here, with us. We'll just be extra vigilant. Besides, Alice will be seven soon, and the worst risk will be over."

She turned her face into his shoulder. "Sometimes I think we were selfish to have children, Ned," she whispered. "When I think of the danger we've put them in."

"It will be all right. We'll make it all right." he reassured her, trying to keep the hollowness out of his voice.

The Roxton family walked up to them. Marguerite and John were immediately aware that something was wrong.

"Where are the kids?" she asked, keeping her voice calm.

"We sent them on ahead. Why don't yours try to catch up with them?" Ned asked, sending her a signal with his eyes.

"You heard him, kids. Edward and Alice are going to beat you home. You'd better hurry."

The children grinned and took off running.

Marguerite called after Will, "Be careful, Will. Watch where you're stepping!"

As soon as the children disappeared, John, who held the sleepy Rosie, turned to his friends.

"Okay, what's up?" he demanded.

Veronica bit her lips and looked up.

Ned, seeing that she couldn't talk, said, "Edward said something that makes us think he knows about Veronica."

"Oh, no!" gasped Marguerite, embracing the distraught woman.

Roxton looked over their heads at Ned. He gave a curt nod.

"We'll sound Edward out about it tomorrow. I'd certainly like to know where he got his information." he said. "And Challenger will be over for lunch, we'll get his advice, too."

As Marguerite stepped back from her friend and took Rose from Roxton, he, also, put his arms around Veronica.

"We're in this together, you know. We've always handled our troubles a day at a time, and this is no different. Remember, one for all and all for one!"

Veronica gave him a watery smile. "I know," she nodded.

"Excellent!" Roxton said heartily, taking the baby back from his wife. "Now, let's catch up with those rascals. If they think they can run faster then their parents, well, they have another think coming. Ready, Rosie? Hold on tight. Let's go!"

The four friends, thrown together by fate--bonded together by love and friendship, ran, laughing, into the familiar jungle.

THE END