In a tropical forest...

As Peter glanced around and took in the sights and sounds around him, he realized he was in a tropical forest. He would have even called it a jungle. There were palm trees towering high above him and the sounds of tropicla birds and chirping frogs filled the air.

He couldn't see any end to the forest in any direction so he started walking straight ahead, hoping that it would be the quickest way out without having anyway to know. It must have rained recently because the floor of the forest was still quite muddy. More than once, Peter had to grab a nearby tree to keep from slipping in the moss and mud.

After walking a ways, Peter heard the sound of running water and turned towards it. He found a clearing with a small stream of cool clear water flowing through it. Peter was feeling pretty parched after everthing that was happening to him and quickly knelt by the stream and cupped his hands to take several deep drinks of the water.

He let out a relaxed sigh as the last of the water ran down his throat and started to stand when he heard someone say, "Don't move."