Sabrina couldn't quite grasp his demeanor. As she lay in bed at night, shutting her eyes, she couldn't shake off the memory of Tyrone's eyes filled with disappointment and his solitary departure. She tossed and turned until the late hours of the night.

"Don't let those crazy fans frighten you. Head back to your tent and rest. It's getting dark anyway," Bettie said.

They were merely chatting and gaming. Sabrina didn't have to participate.

"Then I'll head to my tent," Sabrina said, putting down her drink, bidding the guide farewell, and heading off.

More than a dozen tents were scattered around, Sabrina and Bettie's situated far from the bonfire, nestled in the forest, alongside two others even more remote.