A/N: Fine! Since no one wants to help me out just a little tiny bit, I'll just have to do whatever I want...And by the way, I was taking so long because I was waiting for more opinion reviews!!

***Tom's View***

Tom awoke with a start. The knights had decided that the group (which now consisted of the first year pages and their training master, the King's Own, and a handful of knights from the palace...and himself) should stay at the camp for the rest of the day and they would head out in the morning. He hadn't liked the plan one bit and had said as much yesterday, but figured that he was too weak to go on on his own...now however, he was feeling almost as good as new.

He quietly got up from his sleeping mat in between Devic and Owen and began to tip toe over to his horse, who immediately recognized him and began to paw at the ground, "No! Shhhh! You'll wake everyone up! Part of sneaking out is that no one sees you leave!" The horse grew silent, but looked warily at Tom as he climbed on top of it's back. He urged the horse forward and it reluctantly did so, probably remembering what happened the last time Tom had left the knights by himself...

Tom had gone about ten miles by the time the sun rose over the treetops and was glad for a little light along the way. He didn't really know which way to go, but was half following a trail that seemed to have been trampled into the grass, and half following his instincts.

***Back at camp...***

Kel rose with the sun, as usual, rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and yawned. They had a long day ahead of them, so she figured that they should get an early start on things. She stumbled over to the fire pit and almost had a flame going when she glanced around the campsite. There was Lord Rauol, Lady Alanna, Dom, Duke Baird, Esmond, Merric, Owen, Devic...wait a minute. She focused harder on the empty spot between Owen and Devic. Where was Tom? She leapt up and practically fell on Dom, "Dom! Dom, wake up!!"

Dom muttered something and put his hands up to try to defend himself against his assailant, "Go away Kel...It's too early for this..."

She grabbed a bucket of water that was near the fire pit and dumped it onto his head. He shouted and leapt up, splattering water all over those sleeping next to him and Kel. He turned and glared at Kel, "WHAT?!"

"Tom's gone."

He whipped around and stared at Tom's empty sleeping mat and Alanna, who had been rudely awoken by Dom, sighed, "I expected him to do something like this...Come on, we had better go catch up with him before he gets himself killed..."

With that the entire camp began to rise and hurried to get ready for their soon-to-be rescue mission.

***Phi and Alex's View***

Phi was woken up by a rough pair of hands as they grabbed her around the waist. She shouted and struggled to free herself from her captor, who only laughed and set her down hard on a small wooden raft. She glared at him as he lifted Alex up, who had awoken when she was taken away, and as he put her friend down on another small raft. There were three rafts altogether but they were all lashed together like some kind of weird train or caravan.

An old man that Phi hadn't noticed before approached the Scanran leader and whispered something to him. The younger man nodded, and together, they jumped into the front raft and pushed the load out onto the wide, cold looking river. As they all sailed slowly across to the other bank, Phi caught Alex's eye and gave him a questioning look. He shrugged his shoulders to show that he didn't have a clue what was going on and she contented herself with watching the water as they glided over it, wishing that the rope the bound her wrists wasn't so rough because it was beginning to chaff her wrists.

She heard Alex sigh and she closed her eyes and imagined that they were back in their old world, at a movie theater or at the beach...even just being at home and watching TV, and...dare she think it, going to school again. Without meaning to, she slowly drifted back off to sleep. As Alex watched her drift off he smiled to himself and wished that he could know what she was thinking, just this once.

***Tom's View***

He had been riding for a really long time now and he was beginning to get sore again. He was about to get off the horse at let it and himself take a short break when he heard running water. He paused for a moment, suddenly realizing how thirsty he was, and he turned the horse in that direction and they set off again at a quick trot.

The sound grew louder, and in half an hour, he had rode up to a river. He scowled. The thing was as wide as a highway in Los Angeles, and probably just as dangerous! There was no way he was getting across it by himself. He dismounted and glanced around the bank of the river, thoroughly discouraged. He went to the edge of the bank and began to get a drink of water when something in the dirt by the side of the river caught his eye. He walked over to it and carefully examined it. It looked like a fire pit. He poked around the ashes and surprisingly he found that some of them on the bottom were still glowing red.

He stood up again and looked around the abandoned campsite. As his eyes drifted over the ground, some scrape markings on the very edge of the river caught his eye. They were almost exactly where he had been standing before and wondered why he had not noticed them. It looked like something had been dragged out into the water...maybe a boat...He walked over to his horse and got on it's back. He needed to find a way across.

Now he was sure that the Scanrans made the camp by the river and he knew that the knights wouldn't be far behind. He pushed his horse forward and it galloped down the river, it's rider looking desperately for a good crossing point.

A/N: I know that was a bit short, but that is what you all get for not giving me good reviews! Actually, I shouldn't be saying that...that is what all of you except Clare get for not reviewing! I feel so unloved...