<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(41, 105, 176)">Loafer- Blake</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(46, 139, 87)">Writenex- Bobbie</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">Chartreux- Zoe</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">Steppe Mammoth- Danny</span><br/><br/>Danny and Zoe heard the voices calling out to them. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">That was Bobbie, thank goodness he doesn't sound to  much further.</span>" He looked at Zoe, concerned. She looked more tired then he felt, but her eye's still had conviction in them. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">You good to keep going?</span>" "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">Yes, but I don't now how much longer for.</span>" she replied. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">Me either, I woke up in the surf and had to fight to pull myself in, but lets make one last big push. Don't know what they've got waiting for us up there, but at least we can rest.</span>"<br/><br/>Their conviction proved rewarding, as eventually they found themselves face to face with Bobbie and Blake. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">Hey guys, glade you made it</span>" was all Danny could muster. The last leg of the trip had rendered him far less chatty. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">Bobbie mate, can you help Zoe, please. I need to sit down or I'm gonna fall down.</span>"