At midnight, someone slipped into Sabrina's tent. Their intentions couldn't be good. Perhaps they had a similar scheme in mind, just like him.

Everything he had done was prepared for someone else..

If only he could have caught Sabrina and accused that guy of drugging her, maybe then she would have been moved to be with him.

A pang of regret struck him for having missed such a golden opportunity.

The guide looked into the open tent, finding it empty. "Has she taken her phone?"

"No."

Sabrina's phone remained in the tent.

"Could she have gone to the bathroom in the woods?" the guide wondered aloud, while the driver and others gathered around.

An elderly man offered comfort, saying, “Don't worry. Let's wait here a while. If she doesn't return in ten minutes, we'll go Look for her."

Raul joined the conversation, suggesting, “Her phone's here. Perhaps she went to the bathroom and mistakenly returned to the wrong tent."

His mind raced, convinced that the person who had taken Sabrina must have been a member of their tourist group. He had counted everyone, after all. Sabrina must be hidden in a tent by that person

The guide suggested, “Let's look for her in the tents now. Maybe she's simply in the wrong one."

Everyone began to help, searching the tents and shaking their heads in disappointment.

Raul kept his thoughts to himself, fearful of speaking.

Was Sabrina hidden in the forest?

Or had a stranger from a nearby town or another traveler taken her?

Minutes ticked by, and Sabrina hadn't returned. If she'd just gone to the bathroom, she would have been back by now.

“What should we do? How could she just vanish?" Bettie asked, anxiety etched on her face.

“Could she have fallen on her way to the bathroom?" someone speculated.

The guide pondered for a moment before instructing, "Well, some of you rest while others come with me to the forest to look for Sabrina."