He was back in the Swamp where he belonged. His patient was doing much better, thanks to his quick thinking. All was (mostly) right with the world. Except for one thing. He rose from his bunk and crept out of the Swamp. Frank was nowhere to be found but Hawkeye was pretty sure he knew where Ferret Face was. He creased the camp until he came to her tent, entering without knocking. Margaret bolted awake. "Hawkeye!" Frank slept soundly beside her, but Hawkeye didn't care. He kissed Margaret anyway and then walked out with a smile on his face.