Kallik's interview: I don't think I'm going home today. I catch at least one fish most days. I'll probably go home when we win a challenge with food. If we win a challenge with food. If we win a challenge.

Kallik's interview, edited: I don't think I'm going home today. I catch at least one fish most days. I'll probably go home when we win a challenge with food. If we win a challenge with food. If we win a challenge. I think it's Shep going home. No one likes him.

Persi Caraway- District Eleven female (15)

It smelled so good. It was uncanny how much difference a handful of ingredients could make. Until this point we'd been eating to survive. We picked up our rice all hungry and ready to eat but knowing there would be a settling dissatisfaction as we once again tasted how bland and icky it was. Every time we signed how good it would be and how full we'd feel and neither would come true. After we ate we'd only feel… not ravenous. Not really full, not really happy, just alive. But a pinch of this and a bit of that and the rice actually smelled good. I wanted to cry as I stirred it.

"It's gotta be almost done," Birdie said, as she had every thirty seconds since I started it.

"It is," Rowena said, her hand still in a hollow stump filled with water after she'd picked out a pinch of crunchy rice and burned her finger.

"If they don't come back I'm eating it without them." Virgo looked out into the woods after Dorian, Enzo and Amberlynn, who had ventured off to find some meat for our grand feast.

"Don't worry! I got it!" Rowena leaped to her feet. She threw her head back.

"RICE!"

The resounding clamor echoed off the trees around us. I would have been mad at the noise if I hadn't been honestly impressed.

"In the lumberyards you gotta tell over the chainsaws and stuff," she said as we stared and as cheers responded from deep in the woods. There was the crashing of foliage and then one figure after another sprinted into camp.

"Where it at?" Enzo hollered as he almost slid up to the fire like a baseball player. I felt terrible for the fleeting thought that if he'd slid right into the fire and burned himself I'd be guaranteed another round before elimination.

"Oh my gosh it smells good," Amberlynn panted.

"Lunch is served." I pointed to the pot.

It was torture, the thirty seconds or so before it cooled off enough to eat. Some of us tore in immediately, ignoring their burned tongues, but I really wanted to enjoy it. At last I gave in and scooped out a handful. It was alive with flavor. All the bits of eating that had been missing- the way it stuck to your ribs, the way it lay heavy in your stomach- were there after a week of just not dying. It was like the time we were almost out of peanut butter so I ate plain bread for three days and then we finally had enough customers I could buy some eggs. I kept glancing at our basket of ingredients, marveling at how big it was and how long it would last.

Beside me, Trayne gave a little cough. He gasped sharply, clutching at his stomach as he fell hard on his side.

There was a flurry of motion.

"What's wrong?" Lana asked.

"You okay?" Enzo knelt by Trayne, who didn't respond past his whimpers. "Oh shit, he's crying," Enzo said.

"What did put in the rice?!" Rowena demanded, turning to me.

"It wasn't me!" I protested, wondering if somehow it had been me? Did I add bleach or something? We didn't even have bleach. I rattled off the ingredients. "It's olive oil and salt and an onion and some coriander. And thyme!"

"Maybe he's allergic," Dorian said. He bent over Trayne. "Are you allergic?"

"Something stabbed my stomach." Trayne's whisper was barely audible. Oh my God, is he gonna die? Did a piece of metal from the pot flake off and rip his guts open?

"Hey!" Lana waved her arms around at the cameras we all knew were there. "We need a medic!"

Rowena shot off into the woods, echoing Lana's scream. While there weren't any camera people nearby at the moment, they were never far. When they weren't interviewing us or taking other footage, they usually hung out in a little hub between our camp and Ellekoner's. It had a restroom and running water and all that stuff they didn't want to live without. Obviously we weren't supposed to go there, but this was clearly an exception.

Rowena's interview (unedited): It wasn't the rice. I asked Jemimah and she said it was probably the cough that let Trayne know his appendix was bad. I didn't think Persi would do that. If she wanted to poison someone she would have done it back when we had gross rice and wouldn't waste the good rice ingredients on it.

Trayne Treadwell-Lang- District Six male (17)

If I didn't move, it almost felt not horrible. I lay on my back, breathing shallowly and wincing at the pain of my rising chest.

"We got you some water." I turned my head away from Enzo's offering, though it was very nice of him to try. Behind Enzo, Robbie paced shirtless, having wadded his shirt up under my head.

"The medic's coming, okay?" Virgo said. That's good, right? I'm not dead yet and there's still a chance? Best I could imagine was I'd been bitten by a snake and the venom was delayed? Was that even possible? Oh no are they going to have antivenom? Of course they will. They won't let me die. Oh God they very much let a lot of children die.

I carefully turned my head at the sound of rustling in the woods. Two medics, judging by their scrubs and first aid kits, rushed toward me as my tribemates clustered around.

"He just ate some rice and fell over!" Amberlynn explained as they came.

The male medic knelt next to me.

"Am I gonna die?" I asked. Out of my clustered tribemates I could see Lana and Enzo were crying. Enzo and I had been stupid idea buddies since day one on the island. Lana must just have been really tenderhearted.

"Don't worry," the medic said as he went down his kit. "You're stable and talking. I know it hurts but we're going to take care of you. Have you noticed any animal bites?"

"I don't think so. I'm not sure," I said. Just having a medic there felt a thousand times better. Maybe I wasn't going to die.

"I'm just going to run some quick tests," the medic said.

"It hurts to move," I said as I saw his hand going toward my stomach.

"Does this spot hurt worse?" The medic very gently prodded just above my right hip. I hissed at the flare up of pain.

The medic nodded. "I thought so. It's your appendix. It's ruptured."

"Can you fix it?" I asked. From farther into camp I heard Rowena asking the other medic if the rice was safe, which sh confirmed.

"We can fix it. We're gonna have to get you off the island and to a hospital, though," the medic said.

"Wait, off the island?" My stomach clenched in a way my appendix didn't cause. "Like, I can't come back?"

"I'm sorry." My heart sank to my shoes. "You're going to need to recover from the surgery. There's no way to keep your wound uninfected in this environment."

"I'm going home?" I said it to myself rather than anyone else. We were winning. We were having so much fun. I'd made friends. I'd never see them again after this. They'd have all sorts of fun adventures and I'd be in a hospital bed. "It's not fair.".

"I know, kid," the medic said gently. "Let's just get you better for now."

Isabella came rushing into camp, half her hair unbrushed and frizzed all around her head, as the medics were loading me onto a stretcher. After the painkillers they'd given me, my stomach didn't hurt anymore. I was left with the heavy, lumpy pain of going home.

"Hey, how you holding up, champ?" Isabella asked as they were rolling me into the hovercraft.

"Bad," I said. Behind Isabella my tribemates gathered around the hovercraft, some holding hands and others gathering my things.

"Yeah," Isabella said sympathetically. "We're really sorry to see you go like this. Go ahead and say your goodbyes."

"Here's your stuff," Enzo said as he held out a bundle of clothes.

"You all can have it," I said. "I want you to have my spare underwear, bro. It's gross but not as gross as having only two pairs."

"Thanks, my gross bro," Enzo said, bowing his head.

Amberlynn came with a torn bit of paper. "Lyte let us use his pen," she said. "Here's all our addresses so you can write letters."

The paper was so fragile in my hand. "I can't believe I'm really going."

"We'll try to win for you," Dorian said. "And also because we want to win, not gonna lie."

"Bye, everyone," I said as they retreated so the hovercraft could take off. I waved until the door was shut. That's really it. Just like that, it's over.

Trayne's exit interview: It really sucked watching the island get smaller in the window. I was having so much fun. This was the adventure of a lifetime and it got taken away by something I didn't even do wrong. I'm really happy for all my friends still there but I so badly want to be there with them.

Lana's interview (unedited): We all hoped Trayne could stay. He was so cool and fun. It's gonna be so quiet without him. We're all really shook up.

JK, no tribal this week

Third eliminated- Trayne Treadwell-Lang

Oh I crack myself up. I saw Trayne was inactive and thought you know what would be really funny? If I cleared out an inactive tribe member from Ellekoner but still screwed Huldra. I was really sorry to lose Trayne, since he was such a fun light-hearted guy, but Survivor is a cruel mistress. There are still one or two people I have to clear out so still don't worry about voting, but we are getting close!

Idol hint: last time I thought I was making them crazy hard but people kept finding them immediately. I seem to have overcorrected lol

Find a tumulus

(Also bonus hint: I just learned it's pronounced "ch" not "k" so the cow hint isn't accurate)