Alex remembered the woman that was on the beach and how she seemed to emerge from the surf like magic.  She wondered how the woman fared now.  She seemed so fragile but she had spoken with quiet strength.  At least that was how it seemed to her.  She sighed as the rain continued to soak through her.  She was used to the wet but this was cold in a different way.  The ocean enveloped and warmed you, but not this.  She tied the fruit into the jacket.  She was remembering more of her ASL and she signed that they should go.  She smiled because Liz looked as if she were enjoying the rain.  Such tiny moments in times of peril.<br/><br/>Alex still felt itchy between her shoulder blades and looked behind her, scanning the jungle.  There weren't any predators, so why did she feel like there were.