Roger slides out of the hummer, his arm socks soaked from the labor of pulling the Hummer out. "Well, it doesn't look like much, but I'm sure someone calls it Hell here." He turns to the others. "So, who's going to do what now? We'll need at least two rooms, one for the guys, and one for the girls and I." He smiles wickedly; he's overdone this joke before. "And, we'll need someone to report the incident out in the woods."<br/><br/>"Um, we are reporting that, aren't we?"