I landed with a thud next to Julia, who’s eyes had fluttered closed. I quickly felt for her pulse. It was weak, but still there. Julia would be oaky.

                  Looking up, I saw something moving through the thick patch of trees to my left. I stifled a scream, but a tiny squeal of fear escaped.

                  A pale oval shaped face peaked out from in between the leaves. The face lit up with a familiar pixie smile. I sighed with relief. I had found Annabel!

          Just as sudden as she had come, Annabel vanished back into the trees, motioning for me to follow. I stood up and brushed myself off.I then winced in pain.Then I limped slowly toward the tress were Annabel had disappeared.

             I was positive I had heard my ankle crack when I landed.What if I broke my ankle?

         When I reached the trees were Annabel had disappeared,I tripped on something and went sprawling.My ankle throbbed and I hit my head on a root.Then,I blacked out.

           I woke up to somethig gently slapping my face.I opened my eyes to look right into Julia's concerned face.

       "Next time,watch were you're going dofus!"Julia pointed to the the root I had tripped on.

          "How long was I out for?"

         "About ten minutes."

          "OK.Where's Annabel?"Julia turned to the thick patch of trees and pointed.Annabel came running out of the trees.

       As she drew closer,I could see terror and panick on her face.A deep roarind echoded from with in the trees.Julia's face paled,her hand flying to her mouth.

       "We have to go!"whispered Julia urgently.

        "What's happening?!"I screamed.Annabel skidded to a stop beside me.

         "Creature. . .Mr.Crowe's story. . .there!"pointed Annabel,trying to catch her breath and talk to us at the same time.I was terrifed! Since I had broken my ankle when I landed, Julia and Annabel supported me as we ran. . .um, hopped away from the trees.

       Suddenly,hudreds of lights shone down on us,blinding us and the bear-like creature behinde us.Ropes dropped down helicopters over head.Real snipers slide down the ropes,running toward the creature,trapping it in a humungous net and leading it away.Hundreds of people swarmed us,asking us what had happened.I glanced over at Julia and Annabel,whose's face's were scratched and dirty and thier hair tangled.I knew that I didn't look any better.So,I stood up taller and aanwsered the crowd,"It all started whenwe began the game of Mission Impossible. . .