i wasn't on my own. i was with my brother. jeff glances around the pool.
he met a girl. they went away.
it's a complicated story. they watch him, waiting for more, but nothing comes. finally:
drifts?
i have to catch a bus.
the girl my brother met was on her way to this place, to work. it's a dig--an archaeological dig. and he went with her. he left the map, saying i could come, too, if i got bored on my own. a beat; he watches jeff examine the map. then: mathias our flight leaves the day after tomorrow. i can wait and hope he returns in time.  or i can go get him. it's a question of trusting him to do the right thing.
henrich doesn't think things through. he runs at them. he's.  (he searches, shakes his
so i have to be--
all our lives, the same story. jeff.slides the map back toward him.
an old mining camp.
follow the m ap. jeff frowns down at the map for a long beat. it seems as if he's going to question the feasibility of this, but. then he disengages instead, wiping at the sweat on his face.
we take a cab. to here. we see the map: there's a line drawn from cancun to coba, where another, shorter line moves westward. mathias's finger moves along this shorter line, toward the x on the map.
eighteen kilometers.
then there'll be a path. which we hike--four kilometers. the others look to jeff again. he slings his pack.
i guess . i mean, i-- he shrugs; he has no idea. amy is still focused on jeff:
right after, it says.
not far.
is that a tent? he points.
henrich. i they all peer up the hill, waiting for a response.
henrich. 1 there's no answer. they wait another beat, then jeff waves them back into motion.
it's my brother.
they killed him. jeff nods, his hand still on mathias's.shoulder; he squeezes.
what is it? the rope beneath the sawhorse is being visibly eaten away, its hemp unraveling.
my. legs.  his voice is faint and raspy; we can hear his pain in it. stacy leans toward him, tries to smile reassuringly.
can't.  move . my. legs.  stacy turns to look: his legs are lying at an odd angle, as if he were a doll that had been carelessly tossed there.
something's.  wrong.  his voice is thick-sounding, very faint. amy tries to soothe him; she puts her hand on his shoulder.
my-legs.
show . me.  he's struggling to rise, straining upward. amy tries to stop him, pressing down on his shoulder.
do. it.  they all turn, stare toward him. his eyes are open. mathias please.  cut.  them.  off.  he slowly, painfully, extends his left hand toward them, a beseeching gesture.
stop. stop.  jeff ignores him, dropping the canteen back into the fire, lifting out the stone. eric looks increasingly mortified; he seems close to tears.