<div class="floatright">(http://i35.tinypic.com/5k2a90.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Of course then it was time for the vaccines to be checked. Jo could hardly have done it because she was sobbing a bit as if scared or worried or perhaps both at the same time. She walked over near the boxes and finally opened them though. Fighting back the tears she said, <strong>"These look to be fine, all things accounted for."</strong> She lifted a tiny pale hand to her eyes and wiped them, scoping the tears away from the corner of her eyes before they could hit her cheeks. It was far too cold for crying. <strong>"What do we do now? One day in and we've lose someone and we have almost two weeks of travel left...do we look for him or do we press on or..."</strong> Her voice trailed off into the dewy morning air. It was apparent that Jo wasn't meant for handling these kinds of things. </span><br/>