Jack couldn't find Haley. He needed to clean up her wound, and she knew that he was coming to her camp to do it. But she wasn't there. He was getting annoyed, but tried not to act upon it.

"Hey, Kate, have you seen Haley?" He asked, as she walked by, up ahead.

"No, sorry. Last I saw her, she was with Charlie. But… That was a few hours ago." She started walking closer to him.

"Dammit. I never got to clean it yesterday either, I hope she knows it's gonna get infected."

"I'm sure she does. Jack, don't worry about it."

"I can't. I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't care."

"But it's not your job, Jack."

"Who else is going to do it?"

"Hey guys, what's going on?" Charlie asked, walking up to them.

"Have you seen Haley?" Jack asked.

"Not for a few hours. Why, where'd she go?"

"I don't know."

"Well I'll help you look for her," Kate suggested.

"Look up in the caves, or on the golf course," Charlie said.

"Do you want to go look around the golf course, while Kate and I go up to the caves?"

"Sure, no problem." Charlie set off, leaving Jack and Kate to go on their walk together.

"I could have gone to the golf course," Kate finally said, when they were in the jungle.

"Charlie can do it."

"But I could have done it."

"What's wrong with Charlie doing it?"

"What's wrong with me doing it?"

"What's wrong with just wanting to spend a little time with you?"

Kate didn't say anything, she just smiled and continued walking alongside Jack.

Charlie was wandering around through the golf course, when he heard the distant sound of a scream. He could hear someone crying for help.

"Who is that?" He called. But they didn't answer. "I'm coming!" he yelled, trying desperately to find out where the person was. "Where are you?"

"Over here!" He heard.

"Where's that?"

"Hurry!"

"I'm trying!" He ran around, trying to listen to where the voice was coming from, but it was difficult. But then he saw it. About 50 feet ahead of him and down a little hill, he saw two hands, gripping onto a big weed, growing from the ground. But there were just hands. No body to go along with them. He ran up to it, to see that there was a giant hole in the ground. Haley was inside, holding onto this weed, for fear of falling all the way in. The hole was about 20 feet deep, with spikes made from bamboo, on the bottom. Charlie layed down on his stomach, and grabbed onto Haley's arms. "I'm going to pull you up."

"You can't," She cried.

"What do you mean I can't?"

"Something pulled me down here. It's wrapped around my foot."

"Try to kick it off."

"I have been trying! It won't come off!"

"Well if it was long enough to pull you down, it will be long enough for you to get out, won't it?"

"No! I can't even bend my knee, it's pulling me right now!"

Charlie shoved himself forward, and looked down the hole to see. There something wrapped right around her left foot, and he could see that it was tugging in a downward motion. But the thing he couldn't see, was what it actually was. He saw something black, but that was all. He couldn't describe anything else about it. It was kind of smokey, but it was impossible to be smoke. It wasn't a rope. He didn't know what it could be.

"I'll try anyway! We'll pull against it!"

"You're not playing tug o' war, with me as the rope!" Haley yelled.

"But what if this thing pulls you down?"

"I don't know!"

Charlie didn't care. He tightened his grip around her arms, and pulled as hard as he could. She wouldn't budge.

"Ahh! It's not working!" Haley yelled. "It's too strong!"

"Help!" Charlie called out. "Help!" The both of them just screamed at the top of the lungs, hoping someone else would hear them.