Nala picked up the coconut halve containing the two oranges and walked back to her original position. She spoke in her loud chanting voice again. "Oh, Mighty One… We ask you to come up from… Er… You know, wherever it is… Ah… Well, unless someone else has called you up today, in which case come across! Come across from there! Instead of coming up from there!" Nala raised the coconut halve high above her head. "And now we show our dedication to you… by eating… the oranges of evil!" Nala took an orange out of the halve and held it in front of Simba's face. "Simba…"

"Yeah?" Simba replied. Nala responded by shoving an orange in his mouth. Simba immediately gagged from the taste and fainted, falling to the ground.

Nala held the remaining orange up to her own face. "Here goes nothing," she said, before shoving it in her own mouth and chewing it frantically. Eventually, she too could no longer stand the taste and fainted, falling on to the ground next to Simba.

Simba and Nala awoke at roughly the same time, in exactly the same spot they had fainted. Absolutely nothing was different. No Devil. They had been unconscious for quite some time, and it was now the middle of the evening, close to night.

Simba looked around groggily, the awful taste of orange still in his mouth. He spat on the ground a few times, coughing and spluttering, trying to erase the awful taste from his mouth. "Are we in Hell?"

Nala looked around. "No. It's worse. We're still in the jungle!"

"Where's the Devil?" Simba asked.

"Well, he'll be turning up at midnight," Nala replied.

"Oh, yeah. Why does he only come at midnight?" Simba asked.

"Well, that's bedtime, isn't it?" she replied.

Simba nodded. "Oh…" He looked up at the evening sky. "But it's not midnight!"

Nala looked up at the sky, too. "Yeah…"

"This is just stupid!" Simba exclaimed, hitting the ground in frustration. "I bet everyone knows what we've done by now."

"How could they possibly know, Simba?" Nala asked.

"Look!" Simba exclaimed, pointing to the evening sky. Night was nearing fast now. "It's nearly sundown! Think about it.

Zazu always makes us go back home way too early. He'd have made us go back about an hour ago. Dad will know something's up, and then he'll kill me!"

Nala gasped in horror. "You're right. If Zazu hasn't come back with us by now, then that means they'll be looking for us, and him. And when they realise that we're not there, then they'll know we killed Zazu and went to the jungle to raise the Devil to try and bring him back!"

"We're done for!" Simba exclaimed hopelessly. "They're probably on their way right now!"

"So, what do we do?" Nala asked, worried.

"We've gotta get out of here," Simba explained, "it's the only thing we can do."

"Where can we go?"

"I don't know. Anywhere as long as we're not here," he replied, getting more frantic by the second.

"Let's get out of here!" Nala shouted, sprinting away. Simba sprinted after her, before remembered about Zazu. He ran back, quickly put Zazu's dead body on his back and followed after Nala.

It really couldn't get much worse for them. They'd murdered Zazu by dropping a rock on his head, killing him instantly.

And they're run away without telling anyone where they were going, too. Every parent's worst nightmare.

If they were caught by anyone, then the two cubs were done for. They had no idea of the consequences that they might suffer were they found out. They could be grounded for years! It could be worse than that, they could end up disowned, exiled for murdering the King's royal advisor. After all, Mufasa adored Zazu, and he was one of the King's closest friends.

If he found out what Simba had done… Would Mufasa even want Simba as a son anymore? Would he be so horrified that he'd claim he didn't even have a son anymore? And his mother… what would she think? This could turn into a disaster, as if it weren't enough of one already.

As for Nala, her mother might die of shock. Her Nala, a killer? That seemed so… unbelievable, so unlike her, so shocking. The news might be too much for her… And Nala had seen how she reacted when her father was killed, in circumstances which Sarafina neglected to explain to Nala, figuring she was too young to know the awful truth concerning Muerto's death.

The two of them would go down in history as vicious killers! Sadistic Simba, and his evil accomplice, Nasty Nala. Was that how they were going to be remembered?

They should have just listened. They should have just taken Zazu's annoyance for a day. Maybe a good report fro Zazu might have actually resulted in it being no longer necessary for Zazu to look after them anymore.

These were all possibilities that meant nothing, though. Absolutely pointless thoughts. You can't change the past.

Eventually, Simba and Nala skidded to a halt at the edge of a cliff. They were so concerned about getting away that they failed to notice their surroundings, some of them perilous.

Nala lost her balance and was about to fall of the edge, until Simba managed to catch her and pull her to safety. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Simba."

"No problem." He smiled.

Simba turned around, and looked around the seemingly neverending jungle. "Did you see anybody following us?"

Nala shook her head. "No. Why?"

"Because we don't know who could be out there," Simba replied. "We can't trust anyone, right?"

Nala nodded in agreement. "Right. It's just you and me."

Simba nodded. "That's right. From now on we don't talk to anyone that looks remotely similar to anyone we know. And when we do speak to people, we use different names."

"Different names?" said Nala. "Well, what should our different names be?"

"Well, we'll just do our names backwards. I'll be… Abmis."

"And I'll be… Alan?" Nala exclaimed. "I'm not calling myself Alan!"

"Why not?"

"It's a boys name, Simba!" she replied.

"Oh, yeah. Well… Oh, I don't know. You think of something."

"Fine." Nala looked up at the darkening sky. "It's getting kinda dark, Simba. We'd better find somewhere to sleep for the night."

"You're right," Simba agreed. "Come on."

Nala began to walk away, when she noticed Simba was putting Zazu's lifeless body down. "What are you doing?"

"Getting rid of Zazu. I think it doesn't really matter whether anyone finds him," Simba replied.

Nala nodded, and the two cubs silently walked away, having no idea what the future held.