Emily, dressed as a boy, runs into a wooded clearing.
Emily: (Panting) Grandfather? Where are you? (Silence.) He must be coming soon. The pirates can't have found him. Perhaps I should start making camp for the night. (She gathers twigs and builds a fire.) I hope he's coming. (Fangs howls.) It's getting dark, too. I wish Steffan was here. I guess big brothers do have a purpose. That sounded awful. (Talks to the gathering darkness.) Oh, I'd never trade you for a sister, Steffan! I need you. (She starts putting together a shelter much like the Robinsons'.) Maybe someone lives on this island that can help me find Grandfather. I'll start looking first thing tomorrow morning.