I followed Sheanne down the stream.  I wobbled on the rocks on the bed of the creek, but refused to let myself walk along the side, despite my stilt-like legs. I wanted to live as much life as I could now, even if it was dangerous. My performance suit was tight and uncomfortable, so I reached down to rip the bottom seam, when I gasped, realizing I still had the black bag from Gabriel. I shot my hand into my pocket and pulled out the small silk sack, and dumped its contents into my hand. There was a map with coordinates scribbled onto it, a compass, a box of matches, and various other objects.  I studied them all, then focused on the map. I had no idea where we were. "Can anyone read this?" I called.