I lit the camphor.

The flames drew the morlocks back.

Then I looked down. Weena lay unconsicous by my feet.
Weena! Weena!

I picked her up. Then I realized that I had no idea of which direction I must go.
Where did I go? Which direction leads out of the forest?

Well, if we must stay here I will make a bigger fire.

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Sandra Petojevic, Master of Arts, November 17, 2006
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