Kate.

"Hey...Kate..." you say, slinging your pack over your shoulder as you stand, staring at her. She managed to catch your eye, back when you were boarding, but the guy she was sitting next to shot you a nasty look. Still, it was worth his ire to take her in--her long, brown wavy hair, her intoxicating hazel eyes, the freckles on her skin. What's more, she'd proven herself something of a tomboy at heart, always ready to follow Jack into the jungle, looking for trouble. But, strangely, Jack was no where in sight.

"So..." she says, forcing an awkward smile. "Heading out?"

"Yeah," you say. "Figured I'd get some water at the stream and then--"

"Great!" she says, interrupting you. "I'll join you."

Kate runs off to grab her pack before you have a chance to say another word. Not that you're complaining. You've spent the past week trying to find a way to get some alone time with her, and suddenly, she simply offers.

She returns, wearing a pair of jeans, her hiking boots, and a form-fitting tank top. Her hair hangs down in wanton ringlets, framing her near-perfect features.

"Ready?" she asks.

You nod.

"Let's go..."