Dwight rubbed his forehead as he hauled himself back towards the campfire. It always took him a while to get his head straight after facing the Doctor. The physical demands of the trial were enough, without the mental drain that came along with the Doctor's presence.

He eyed the space around the campfire suspiciously, paranoid, as his brain still tingled. Out of the corner of his eye, something suddenly caught his attention. A small figure shaking and writhing against the ground. It took him several moments to free his mind from the fog that clouded it, and realise what was happening.

Feng.

Dwight moved as quickly as he could, dropping to his knees when he reached the younger woman. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead and her cheeks were stained with tears.

"Feng?! Feng, wake up!", he pleaded. No response. Feeling he was out of options, he grabbed the girl's shoulders and aggressively shook, calling her name again.

Feng's dark eyes shot open, filled with hate and disgust. "Get the hell away from me!", she seethed at Dwight, pushing him so hard he lost his balance.

Dwight eyed her in confusion, his gaze falling on her arms which were red, scratched and bleeding. He assumed it was from her aggressive behaviour whilst she was asleep. "You're hurt", he said, getting to his feet. "Can I see?". He reached a hand towards her, only for it to be swatted away.

"Don't you dare touch me", Feng spat, before turning on her heal and stalking off towards the woods. Dwight watched her leave, stunned. What did he do wrong?

Dwight turned a corner, chest heaving. He strained his ears for any signs of danger. He felt as though the Entity was trying to force them all to madness, as every trial seemed to be against the Doctor. He let out a shaky breath and tried to steady his quivering hands. He began to move again, until he heard the sound of the exit gates being powered. He quickly made his way across the hospital towards the exit.

"There you are", Meg breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her friend approach. "Things will go a little faster now you're here", she tilted her head towards Nea who was busy opening the door.

Dwight looked around him. "Where's Feng?".

"Probably long gone", Nea muttered, just as she got the exit open. As if on cue, a loud scream could echoed through the building.

"Well I guess we found her", Nea said, reaching for Meg's hand. "Let's go then".

"We can't just leave her here!", Dwight protested.

"Maybe you can't but, we sure can", Nea mocked, dragging Meg out the gate.

Dwight stood alone, outside the hospital. He let out an audible sigh before dashing back into the hospital.

Dwight was not the bravest of the bunch but, he was smart. Dwight ran as loudly as he could down the corridor, vaulting a few windows on the way for added effect. When he reached the other exit he pulled the handle hoping he had made enough noise to draw the killer's attention. He quickly hid and waited for his moment to strike. While the Doctor was distracted looking for him, Dwight quietly snuck back down the hall.

Dwight watched Feng carefully as he approached her hook. She looked defeated, her typical fire and determination to win gone. She lifted her head slightly, to see who was approaching her. Dwight wordlessly lifted her away from the hook and led her towards the open gate and back to the campfire.

Later that evening Dwight found himself watching David and Ace play cards. He chuckled warmly as Ace took another prize from the scrapper. "Didn't take a King for a loser", Ace smirked. David was about to respond but was interrupted by Feng, seeming more timid than usual.

"Hey Dwight, can I talk to you?", she asked, not taking her eyes off her shoes.

"Oh...Yeah, sure", he stammered getting to his feet.

Feng led him away from David and Ace who were watching them and making kissy faces, as the smaller girl beckoned him to follow her into the trees.

They found some logs to sit on and an awkward silence fell over them. It seemed to last forever before Feng decided to speak. "Why did you come back for me?".

Dwight laughed dryly. "Was I meant to just leave you behind?".

Feng scuffed her shoe in the ground. "We were never exactly friends and I've been a bitch to you lately".

Dwight just shrugged.

Another awkward silence fell over them.

Dwight cleared his throat. "Why did you give up?".

Feng ran her hands through her fringe, making it stick up a little. She was quiet for a long time.

"I...I have dreams about that...that damn motherfucker", she spat.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because", she hang her head. "I didn't wanna seem...weak".

Dwight began to speak but Feng was already ahead of him. "I was a champion back home. I on the top of my game. I was respected. People liked me even though I was a bitch sometimes. And now I'm here and I've got these bastards trying to murder me everyday. The other girls look down on me. The guys hate me. I-".

Dwight but a cautious hand on her shoulder. "Nobody here hates you. You're tough and you're brave but I feel like you make it difficult for us to get to know you".

Feng met his eye for the first time.

"So you're saying everyone's scared of me?".

"I didn't say that. Are you saying they shouldn't be?".

Feng smirked. "No". They both laughed.

"I wish you'd let the group get to know you", Dwight sighed.

"I guess...Maybe I could try".

"Good because I think Ace needs some new competition". Dwight hopped to his feet and Feng followed him, laughing.

"Alright, let me show you how we win around here".