[Richie wraps his free arm around Eddie's back. fuck memory, he's right. he scrabbles until he can get them both on their feet, last fall's leaves decayed and slippery underfoot. he manages out of sheer adrenaline and being able to put his back to a tree.]

If we go back to the trail they'll get us. If we don't go back to the trail we'll get fucking lost. If we stay here they'll get us. What the fuck do we do?