J.D. grew uncharacteristically withdrawn and a little abstracted after their paltry dinner, so he was glad to be spared the first shift of guard duty.  Restlessness and physical discomfort made it impossible for him to get any actual sleep, but he needed time to mull over the day's events and the curious behavior of his partners.  Assuming his relative youth made it hard for them to take him seriously, he was more puzzled than offended by the way his suggestions had been ignored earlier.  It was nothing he faulted his teammates for, especially in Oscar's case, but it stung worst coming from Jane, simply because he craved her attention the most.<br/><br/>While she and the rest seemed to focus on the mysterious Ramac, however, Happy found Voltaje more of a puzzle at the moment.  What kind of person would enter this hostile jungle with neither overnight provisions nor any apparent intention of returning home for the night?  It made him wish he could get a moment alone with Oscar to ask what he'd gleaned from that mindmeld earlier.<br/><br/>Privacy was another luxury they'd have to do without, however, as the troupe made the most of their cramped quarters ... not that everyone seemed to mind.  J.D. had to struggle to keep from laughing at the volume of Talpert's snoring.  The delightful doctor, on the other hand, made hardly a peep in the night, fulfilling the teen's idyllic impressions of her and also making him wonder if she couldn't sleep, either.  That possibility foiled his previous plan to release all his pent-up sexual energy in a moment of private self-pleasure, lest Jane suspect the cause of all that sheet-rustling in his bunk.<br/><br/>Despite the close sleeping arrangements, however, there were far more interesting things to listen to outside of the campsite.  A thick cacophony of clicks, chirps, calls, and cries formed an aural canopy around them, each sound more exotic and surprising than the last, reminding the young American just how out-of-place they all were in this primitive landscape.<br/><br/>More than once he found himself staring off into the distance, mesmerized by the eerie luminescence nearby.  In the youth's imagination, the lurid hue intimated the angry nature of the source of that light, while also bringing to mind the blood of his comrades that had been spilled so recently, with neither cause nor provocation.  No matter what the others thought of him, J.D. was glad to be on the team for now, if only for the opportunity it gave him to strike back at the source of such senseless violence.