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You turn abruptly and make your way back to the shore. Vor yells something. You don’t understand what it is, but it’s not friendly. The others, still trying to pick their way across the river, don’t look back. You wade out of the water and head back onto the trail. Though you won’t have any trouble finding the camp, because it’s right next to the river, you’re anxious to get there before dark falls. You’ve grown tough and lean, living with the Neanderthals, and you lope along like an animal. After a couple of hours you recognize a spot you passed early in the morning---two fallen pines whose great trunk lie across each other, forming an enormous **X**. You sit on the mossy ground to rest; sure you can reach camp before dark. As your muscles relax you let your eyes roam over the thickly laced canopy above, marveling at the enormous variety of trees and vines. The sky is a more intense blue thank you’ve ever seen. The bark on the trees, the insects hovering, a squirrel perched on a limb, are all so sharply defined in the crisp air that they seem super real. Your thoughts are broken by the scream of a jay---danger! You whirl in time to see an enormous snake coiled to strike, its copper head a foot from your knees. You jump sideways, and then sprint fifty yards---faster that you’ve ever run. Go to page 41