I own it as much as I own Iceland. Which is not a lot.

Dil was hopping from one foot to the other, looking around expectantly. Next to him, Lil was pacing, waiting...always waiting. Kimi was on her cell phone, but her eyes kept straying to the path where Chuckie, Tommy, and Phil were supposed to come down.

All the other contestants were already back. The winners-four big Hispanic guys-gave the grand prize PlayStation 4.0 to the second runners up, a couple nerdy-looking teenagers.

But there was still no sign of their friends.

"Where are the boys?" Stu wondered aloud, checking his watch. The crowd was starting to thin out, and the only people left were the sponsors of the race and the waiting families. "Excuse me, sir!" Stu went up to what looked like the man in charge.

"My son isn't back yet. Can you get him on the radio?" the man nodded, taking a small radio out of his back pocket. He sent a message on the boys' frequency. No answer.

"I'm sorry, sir. Their radio seems to be malfunctioning. Would you like me to get together a search party?" the man looked expectantly at Stu.

Stu was thinking about the last time his son and his friends had gotten lost in the woods. It had been an experience he hoped never to repeat. "Yeah. Yeah, please."

Stu went back to the three kids who were waiting. "You guys ever join a search and rescue party before?" he muttered.

Phil wasn't feeling great. In fact, he was feeling pretty lousy. He had lost track of time, because nothing seemed all that important anymore. All he wanted to do was get back to Lil...

He winced as he shifted to his stomach, which was bruised from his tumble in the rain. He knew he was pretty bad off, his pounding head alone was enough to tell him that. Not to mention Tommy and Chuckie's worried glances that he caught whenever his eyes happened to be open.

The smack on the head didn't help much, of course. He didn't hold it against Tommy, though. He knew from Lil that he was hard to live with. "Think with your head, for once!" she often yelled at him. Well, it was too late for that.

Tommy came over, crouching next to him. Phil just shook his head, which sent hundreds of splinters into his skull. He knew that Tommy was going to ask if he was hungry, which he wasn't. He knew that Tommy worried about him, probably even more then Chuckie. He knew it was because he wouldn't do anything. Becasue doing anything really, really hurt.

They were waiting. For people to rescue them. Because somebody had to be coming, right? Their families, if no one else, would be worried. Especially Dil, who adored Tommy. And Kimi, who loved Chuckie. And Lil, who was Lil.

Philloved his sister. He really hoped they'd be found, just so that he could see her again, and hold her. He wanted her to know that he loved her. And that he wasn't fighting against her, anymore.

He was fighting against himself.

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