The little road was overgrown and forgotten. Their truck bumped down it. They had radioed to Esme and Sophie when they saw the sign for the lake and taken the turn to explore.

They parked in the car park and jumped out.

The lake stretched out in front of them. It was a deep, clear blue, with trees and plants overhanging and crowding around the edges. A small flock of ducks immediately began swimming over to them, quacking and flapping their wings.

"We don't have anything," Lauren said, pushing her way through them. Andy followed close behind.

It was beautiful, but it wasn't the same, even when they found the cabins.

It was too quiet, and Esme and Sophie weren't James or Sheila or any of the others.

They dug through the cabins, but they were empty. There were mattresses still on the beds though, and they claimed one of them to use for the night. Strangely, Esme and Sophie complained.

"We should keep moving," Esme-or-Sophie insisted.

"We can't drive twenty four hours. And this is better than napping in the car."

"It won't be safe."

"It'll be safe for now. No one's been here in months, maybe years."

"We need to keep moving."

Lauren scowled. "You can go ahead if you want. We're sleeping here."

They locked the door to their room that night and curled up together.

"I don't trust them," Lauren whispered.

"I've noticed."

"They don't… react right."

Andy sighed. "Maybe they're just part of some other mutant group. Come on, get some sleep."