Carl carried her on and on, always up the hill. the air grew colder as the afternoon progressed into evening and beyond. Finally, when he was panting for breath, he stopped and dropped her with no more care than he would a sack of grain, and sat beside a tree near by. After drinking from a bottle in the bag he'd carried with him, he stood, hoisted her onto his shoulder once more, and continued climbing. He knew her ribs would be in bad shape, and that all of these hours with her ribs over his shoulder would be incredibly painful. This thought only drove him faster.<br/><br/>Finally, when the forest had begun to feel cool as evening progressed, he stopped and enterred a small cabin hidden in the trees. There was a room at the back and he immediately crossed to the door. dumping her on the floor of the completely empty room, he backed out,  leaving her lying on the wood floor, surrounded by log walls, alone in the dark.