9th July, evening; Free'n'easy

Still laughing, Janet retrieved her kettle from the riverbank, scooped it full of water and turned back toward camp, the lad's shoe still in one hand. It could serve as a useful projectile should the need arise, though she rather hoped he would wear himself out looking for it on the river bottom.

Knowing how to properly swim would be a very good thing right about now, the lad thought as he struggled through the water. It didn't help that he was obliged to keep a grip on his jacket as he paddled. Retrieving all of his clothes would take a miracle at this rate!

He was going to get that evil bitch for this. Just as soon as he god his clothes back. In his efforts, however, the lad did not realise he was going rather quickly downriver himself.


The lad next appears here.