(Told from Peta’s view)

I've rolled down enough hills to recognize the sound of someone falling down a hill. I skidded to a stop and looked behind me. Finch was laying hurt at the bottom of a hill. My conscience kicked in, “You can't just leave her there.” I argued with it for awhile until it eventually won. I yelled back at my conscience, “Fine!” I walked over and carefully started to climb down the hill. I eventually made it down with only a few cuts on my hands. I ran over to Finch. I checked for life threatening wounds and found none. I groaned. I'm going to need to carry her back to treat her wounds. I ignored my protesting muscles and picked her up bridal style. I guesstimated the distance we were from the house. This is going to take forever.