I felt my heart shatter by the sound of those words. I couldn't process these events fast enough, I just stared into nothingness knowing those words couldn't be true. She had to survive. I am still hanginging onto the small percentage of her chances, they haven't checked everywhere. They couldn't have. I won't allow her to be dead, not now, not ever. I hear a soft, fragile voice force the words"I amp wrigh her" (translation: I am right here) I perk up with a glow and a new sense of hope. I know Rosa's voice, there's no way that isn't her. I run to the voice, constantly repeating her name, so I can use her sound waves to stimulate my sense of direction to her precise location. I follow her voice, running faster and faster, taking quick, short breaths. I am tired out of my mind, and my left leg is slowly cramping up. My right leg is prosthetic, which is looking rusty and dented at the moment. I am parched, the sapless feeling in my mouth verifies this. I feel sweat moisten my forehead, making my hair feel glued to my sticky, muddy, disarrayed face.

I fight through the trees, branches scratching my skin leaving small cuts everywhere. My body is burning in every place possible. I fight through the sting, sweat, and grime to get her. I stop. A colossal group of vines and plant life has created a solid wall, as if it is made of bricks. I pick up a sturdy branch, with all my force and attempt to break through the wall. I apply all of my force and only make a microscopic dent. I use my prosthetic leg, which goes all the way down to my foot and try that instead. It's result is more effective on the wall.

I see a glimmer of sunlight peek through the foot shaped hole in the wall. I hear a raspy voice softly say, "Jessaiha..... Kame..... Me" (translation: Jessica save me") I know she is behind this wall. I kick again. Success. I do this multiple times, and the sunlight coming through allows the area to get brighter and brighter. "One- last- kick-" I mutter as I have made a whole big enough for me to fit through and save Rosa. I turn the corner, and I see a green, small, mossy place. There are vines hanging from the small confined space. I can't even see the ground, it's covered in moss. The small space is making me uncomfortable due to my raunchy body. I see Rosa, and I feel immediate pain for her. She is head first in a diagonal lean, her wheelchair is halfway sunk in the mud. Her legs are sunk in the thick, slimy mud that seems to be trapping her and grasping onto her and dragging her into the depths of the mysterious events to come under this mud. I rushed over and said, "I can fix this, I can help you Rosa it'll be okay"

I hesitantly stick my finger slightly into the mud. I find a spot where the mud has slightly dried, I push my foot onto this mud. I grab her wheelchair with both arms "Rosa, hold on to your wheelchair as tight as possible" with great force. I pull her out of the mud completely. I stare at her, she is clearly in a horrible health. She is coated in mud, her arms look bruised, her legs appear thin and pale. I still can't stop smiling knowing that she is alive, she is my best friend and I couldn't survive without her, stranded on an island I still find joy knowing now she will be with me.

Just like old times, I push her through the forest, and back to the sandy plains to the group. I show my new friends, with a wide age range. They are mostly nice, until Ron makes me reach an anger that cannot be put into words. "What's wrong with her? Why is she in a wheelchair?" Everyone turns towards him and give him a look that states shut up. He doesn't seem to receive the message, and Rosa answers. "I hath a condition. This mackes me unable to tak and wak proprely so I usp this weelchar to help me and usally Jessaiha translates wat I'm sayin"

I easily translate what she is saying to help the confused part of the group. "She has a condition. It makes her unable to walk and talk properly so she uses the wheelchair to help her get around and usually I translate what she is saying. I was already having a grudge against Ron. He instantly went silent with embarrassment, realizing that's what we were telling him to say. He might as well be dead. Like the rest of us might be soon.