When it rains, it pours, they say. Whoever -they- are was really understating things. In the jungle, rain surrounds you, trickling and coursing down every bush, tree and vine. The dark clouds looming high over head brought forth with them a storm so powerful, the thunderous sounds of falling rain proved to dampen out whatever jungle noises sought to disrupt the tranquility. Mary was finding shelter beneath a large over hanging leaf, the four foot across piece of plant providing the perfect shelter amidst a violent storm. "Eden! Eden!" Mary began calling out, her world falling apart before her very eyes as she huddled low to the jungle floor and clasped her arms about her shins, rocking back and forth. Her mind was slipping, the stress, the anxiety; her whole world was crashing down into pieces, a delusional state of schizophrenic hallucination clouding whatever bits of clarity Marys mind still retained.<br/><br/>Snap! Her eyes twitch and flutter open, everything slipping into silence. It was like opening your eyes for the first time after a long nights sleep. You forget you even closed your eyes in the first place. Sanity was a luxury, and one Mary couldn't seem to fully grasp. She still held to her basket of fruit, taking little rations of it from time to time and nibbling away as she sat amidst the storming jungle and prayed she wouldn't lose it again.