The echoes of passion still lingered in the air as I and Jane hurriedly dressed, the urgency of Nick's voice snapping us back to reality. We emerged from the tent, our private moments forgotten in the face of a new concern.
Nick stood a few feet away, his face etched with worry, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Lisa's missing," he choked out. "She was right here, I swear. I just turned around for a second, and then she was gone."
My heart plummeted, my world tilting on its axis. Without a second thought, I raced into the darkness, panic setting in.
"Lisa!" I shouted, the desperation in my voice cutting through the silence. "Sis, where are you?"
Jane followed close behind, her hand clutching mine. "Danny, calm down. We'll find her. She can't be far."
The woods seemed denser at night, shadows playing tricks on my senses. I stumbled over roots and rocks, my eyes straining to see. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, casting a faint light over the trees.
"Lisa!" I shouted again, hoping for a response. But there was none. Only the sound of our breathing and the rustling of leaves.
Just when despair threatened to consume me, Mike's voice crackled through the darkness. "Guys, over here! I found her!"
We rushed toward the sound, and there, under the soft glow of moonlight, we found Lisa—sleeping soundly beneath a tree. She looked peaceful, her blonde hair spread over her shoulders, her chest rising and falling gently.
Relief washed over me, but confusion clouded my mind. How did she get here? Why was she sleeping? What happened to her?
I gently picked up my sister, her form surprisingly light, and carried her back to the tent. "Let her sleep," I murmured to the others. "It's late."
As I laid Lisa down, Jane spoke softly, "I'll stay with you, Danny." She wrapped her arms around me, her warmth soothing my nerves. Her presence was a comforting balm, and together, we watched over Lisa. The night enveloped us, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
Nick and Mike chose to sit outside the tents, gazing up at the night sky. The stars, usually a source of wonder, held an eerie quality. They seemed to flicker and pulse, as if sending a message.