[Bakaare]
Little did either of them know how true the old man spoke. A week later, Janet’s grandfather died in his sleep.
Janet thought for a moment, and then put the pocket watch back into her pocket. She got up and looked outside.
“I think I’ll go look around a bit, too,” she said to herself. She walked into the woods on the side where the tents were. She stopped after a bit and leaned against a tree. I’d better start heading back, she thought. I’m hope I’m not late.
Janet began walking back towards the clearing where she and her family were camped. She quickly realized she was going in the wrong direction. She stopped in a little clearing. She realized that it was probably close to 4:15, so she pulled out her grandfather’s pocket watch to check. When she opened it, the light in the clearing seemed to get a little bit brighter, but she assumed it was just the illusion of the sunlight shining through the leaves. 4:12, the time read. Janet began to close the pocket watch, but quickly opened it again. The number eleven looked like a pair of skyscrapers, she thought. The number looked normal now. I guess it was just my imagination running away and believing some of Grandpa’s stories. But how am I supposed to find the camp?
At that moment, Gary ran into the clearing and ran right into Janet. “Aagh!” he cried, and the two of them fell over.
As soon as they had untangled themselves, Gary said, “Mom and Dad are back, and we were wondering where you were, so Gary and I came looking for you.”
Sam walked into the clearing from the opposite direction of Gary. “I thought I heard voices over here,” he said. “C’mon, Mom and Dad are getting impatient.”
The three kids walked back to camp as the sun became lower in the sky.
