It starts to rain

Before Hilda even has a chance to doze off, she starts to feel a drip on her face. It's infrequent at first, but soon it starts coming quicker and quicker until the sky opens up and it turns into a torrential downpour. The rain is coming down so fast and so heavily, that the sound is almost deafening.

Hilda crawls out from her makeshift hidey-hole before it floods, but not before she unwittingly snags the waistband of her panties on the log.

I'll freeze to **** if I stay out here! I need to find some actual shelter.

She puts her hands above her eyes to try to shield them from the rain and starts walking deeper into the forest. In all the commotion, Hilda fails to hear the *RIP* of her panties as the waistband tears on her left thigh, partially uncovering her last remaining treasure as the fabric droops down and dangles limply from her body, held partially in place only by the remaining chunk of the band around her right thigh.

Hilda wanders through the woods, shivering and completely soaked, mud caking on her feet and lower legs as she blindly gropes her way around, looking for somewhere to stay.