Fritz is sitting up by the fire, but he doesn't look well.
Emily: (Feeling his forehead) How do you feel?
Fritz: I think we should keep going. Mother and Father are going to be worried.
Emily: They would be worried if they were here. You've got a fever, and that bite is swelling.
Abigail: If we could find some milkweed, it would keep the swelling down.
Fritz: (Trying to get up.) Maybe, if we keep going, we'll find some.
Emily: (With Abigail, helping him up) I suppose you'll be alright. How far do you think you can walk?
Fritz: As far as I need to.
Emily: (Uncertainly) Well, alright. Let's go.
They gather up the bags and, with Fritz between them, start again through the woods.
Fritz: (In pain) Sst! (He leans more heavily on the girls)
Abigail: Slowly...don't rush!
Emily: There! (She drops to her knees and starts picking some small green shoots.) Milkweed!
Fritz: Aah! (Collapses without Emily's support.)
Emily: (Turning) Oh! I'm sorry.
Abigail: Why don't we stop and rest while we crush the milkweed?
Fritz: (Weakly) We just started again. (Sits down by a tree.)
Emily: Obviously you need to rest some more.
Fritz starts shaking. They cover him with the blanket again, but it doesn't help.
Emily: Where's the other blanket?
Abigail: (Digging in the bags) Here.
Emily: Water?
Abigail: (Again digging) There.
Emily: And the gun?
Abigail: (Not thinking straight) What?!
Emily: We need to go find something to eat.
Abigail: Oh, yes.
Fritz: (Opening his eyes wider.) Be careful. We don't need another angry lizard.
Emily: (Smiles and exits)
Abigail: (Teasing) That wasn't very subtle, you know.
Fritz: Just pretends he doesn't hear her, but smiles when he turns his head.
Fangs in another part on the woods - he finds the cave the children stayed in.
Fangs: (Sniffing) They must have stayed here during that rainstorm. What's that smell? Another human is with them. Dune didn't mention another one. Perhaps they stumbled upon him - no, her - while they were traveling. (Sniffs again) They must have gone this way.
Emily reenters the clearing where Abigail and Fritz are, carrying a rabbit. The sun is lower.
Emily: (To Abigail) How is he?
Abigail: Sleeping. I gave him the milkweed. He hasn't stopped shaking, though.
Emily: (Placing the rabbit over the fire) I didn't think it would be this bad. It's probably because we didn't have any soap.
Abigail: He will be alright though?
Emily: I hope so. (There is silence for a bit.)
Abigail: You seem like a sister already, and I only met you two days ago.
Emily: Well, it's not every day your brother gets bitten by a giant lizard. (Pause) My mother always said that 'hard times bring people together.'
Abigail: I'm so glad we met you.
Emily: I'm glad I met you. It's so wonderful not to be alone.
Fritz: (stirs, sits up, and groans a little) Can we go on now?
Emily: After dinner. Or I suppose it's supper. We only have a few hours of daylight left.
Abigail: I think it's ready now. (She takes the rabbit off the spit)
Fritz: Where did you get a rabbit?
Abigail: Emily shot it.
Fritz: (impressed) Oh.
Emily: (talking quickly) It was standing still.
Fritz: (Laughing) Rabbits don't stand still...
Abigail: I'm going to go pick some more milkweed. It's over there?
Emily: Just between those two trees. I'll save some supper for you.
Fritz: (Waiting for Abigail to get out of earshot) Emily?
Emily: (Slicing the meat) Hmm?
Fritz: I, uh... I don't know where I'd be if we hadn't met you two days ago. Abigail... she reads a lot, and she knows a lot of things, but she wouldn't have known what to do...Emily? (Sits up)
Emily: Yes?
Fritz: Thank you. Thank you for saving my life.