After the deer and biter were well and truly gone, I turned back to watch the camp group and see what they were doing. It was an impressively sized group with people of all ages and builds, and it was interesting to watch how they were coping. The sheriff's boy was clinging on to him like a monkey, and who I assumed to be his wife was putting on a fake smile while exchanging glances with another man. The korean boy was happy to have the family reunited, but was still greiving for the loss of his sports car. An old man and a few others got to work stripping the car, and the rest of the group congregated around their tents and the RV - all of them looked happy to be together. I felt happy for them, but then I realised I was just sat on the outskirts, watching in like a fly on the wall. I felt dirty for spying on them, but I wasn't brave enough to introduce myself to them all, not yet. The only company I felt comfortable with was a deer and biter, and that was just silly. I wondered where the deer had gone, if it had made it, and decided to go and look for it.