The little girl headed for the table that held her counselors and fellow campers, and the woman behind her visibly stopped herself from reaching out and stopping her. Jack understood immediately, and was pretty sure that any of the counselors in the room that were parents would understand as well. Libby had convinced her parents to allow her to come back to finish out the camp week – only a couple of days – but the parents weren't completely convinced they were doing the right thing, and probably were still considering snatching her up and putting her in to the car to take her home where they knew she'd be safe and sound. The only problem with that was that the girl wasn't willing to go, now that she was safe and sound here at camp – with her new friends.

Since the Australian table was right beside Romania's – which was Libby's cabin – Jack and the boys easily overheard the conversation between Libby and the others, even as Libby's parents pulled Gary Hines aside for a quick conference.

"Are you staying?" One of the girls asked, excitedly.

Libby nodded, grinning.

"My mom and dad said I could – as long as I'm careful."

Ann hugged the girl tightly.

"We'll make sure you're safe," she said, fervently, and Shawn and River knew that she was feeling guilty for her getting lost and hurt in the first place. "I promise."

Libby smiled, and sat down, but she was still the center of attention for the entire camp – including her tablemates.

"Did you get hurt?" One of the girls asked.

"Were you scared?" Another asked at the same time.

"What happened?" asked another.

"I cut myself," Libby said, pointing at her side, and her forehead – although her cut was up in her hair where they couldn't really see it, even in her blonde hair. "And I hurt my leg, but it's not bad, the doctor said."

"But were you scared?" the same girl repeated.

Libby shook her head.

"I was… until Ian found me. Then I wasn't. I didn't hurt and wasn't cold, either."

The girls looked impressed at that, and they all looked over at Australia's table automatically, looking for Ian, even though they all knew he wasn't going to be there.

"How's Ian doing, Jack?" Danin asked, being the only one at that table who knew Jack well enough to address him so easily – and knowing that if anyone knew how Ian was, it'd be Jack.

Now all the kids were looking at him – those that had heard the question were, anyways. Jack wasn't concerned. He didn't know much, but it wasn't like Ian was at death's door, so it was definitely okay to tell the truth.

"He's going to be fine. Just took a knock to the head."

"His head was all bloody," Libby confirmed.

"But he's okay," Jack said, quickly. The last thing they needed was for Sammy to get upset again – or worse, have more kids than just Sammy get upset. "He should be back soon."

"That's good news," Ann said, smiling.

Jack nodded, and started to say something in reply, but Gary was finished speaking to Libby's parents, who had left the room without making a scene with a lengthy, tearful goodbye with their daughter, and was ready to continue with his announcements.

"Okay, campers!"

All heads turned from Libby's table to Gary once more, and the Camp Director gave the little girl a warm smile.

"As you all can see, we have Libby back for the rest of the week…"

He trailed off when the kids all clapped – including the boys from Australia who really couldn't care less that Libby was back, but were clapping because Shawn, River and Jack were clapping. Libby blushed a brilliant red, but her smile was radiant, and made Gary grin.

He gave them a few moments to calm down, and then continued once he had their attention once more.

"Once we're done eating, I want you all to go to your cabins and stay there until someone brings you a piece of paper." He smiled. "What's that you say? You have plenty of paper? Not a piece like this! On this paper, you'll find a list of items that you and your cabin have to find. As a group." He didn't say it, but there was no doubt to any of the counselors that he didn't want any kids straying from their counselors during this particular adventure.

"Once you've assembled everything on the list, bring it to the picnic area, where you will find a picnic table with your cabin's name on it. That's where you put your found items, where they can be checked by one of the staff to make sure they fit the criteria. The first cabin to gather all the items on their list wins a special prize."

There were excited murmurs at this announcement, and the Australian boys all looked at their counselors with grins. A scavenger hunt! This was going to be fun!

"Okay!" Gary said, before the kids really even stopped talking amongst themselves. "Finish your lunch and head up to your cabin."

No one wanted any more to eat.

"Let's go!" Chad shouted, unable to hide his eagerness.

Wilson stood up, pushing his chair back, watching Shawn and River for the signal to go.

Jack grinned, and made a gesture to Shawn telling him silently that it was his call to let the boys go, and Shawn waved his hands in a gesture he saw Jack use often.

"Off with you guys, then," Shawn told them. "We'll meet you at the cabin."

A stampede of hippos couldn't have made more noise – and a group of baboons couldn't have moved quicker. The cafeteria was almost empty immediately as the other counselors at the other tables released their kids as well and everyone stormed off in the direction of the cabins.

River grinned and stood up.

"I'll go make sure they don't riot."

Jack nodded.

"Take Jaffer with you. That'll keep them distracted."

The Californian nodded, and headed for the door, slapping his thigh.

"Come on, Jaffer. Let's go herd them into the cabin."

Jaffer was more than willing, and he trotted out of the room at River's side.

Shawn looked at Jack as he got awkwardly to his feet.

"Is Ian really okay?"

He hadn't actually been worried about Ian until he saw Libby return without him. He'd assumed they'd both come back together – or Ian would return first. Surly and annoyed – and maybe a little worse for the wear, but there. Instead, Ian wasn't back, and Shawn was beginning to wonder if maybe Jack and Sam had been talking about something entirely different when they'd been discussing Ian earlier.

Jack shrugged. He never lied to Shawn, and wouldn't start now.

"I haven't seen him, Shawn. But Sam is in constant contact with Fraiser, who is keeping a close eye on Ian, so if something was wrong she'd know immediately – and so would we."

Not exactly reassured, but knowing that Jack was right, Shawn nodded.

"You'll let me know if you hear anything?"

"Of course." Jack got up as well, and put an arm over Shawn's shoulder, wondering when the boy had grown tall enough that he didn't have to reach down much any more to do it. "Come on. If we leave those boys alone with River too long, he'll have them all wearing bright orange clothes – and Ian will kill us when he gets back if we allow that."