[Elizabeth's Perspective]
It was very inconvenient for me to walk in the forest in these high heels. When we walked over just now, I complained to Anthony that I wanted to go back. He kept pulling me, which was why I walked so far. Armstrong was taking big strides in front, so it was very hard for me to keep up with him. The distance between us grew.
I looked at his back and gave up trying to catch up with him. Armstrong wouldn't leave me here. Since he had brought me here, he had to find a way to bring me out.
I stopped to rest by the side of the path. I decided that when he asked me again, I would tell him that I was going back. Anyway, this wasn't the first day Armstrong knew that I was delicate. He should understand that I couldn't become Margaret.
I rested where I was for dozens of seconds. Then, to my horror, I realized that I had lost sight of Armstrong.
