First thing in the morning, Cammie is dressed in one of the two pairs of tracksuit bottoms, a green t-shirt and Robins grey hoody. She pulls the curtain aside and she can see that the sun is just starting to peak through the trees in the distance, but it’s still dark out. She knows it still pretty early and the chances are, Robin is still asleep, but she can’t lay in bed any longer, waiting for him to get up. Going into the kitchen now, she can see all of the lights are still out and the living room is still pitch black meaning Robin must still be asleep. Quietly, she stalks into the kitchen, waits a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dark, then sets to work making a pot of coffee and puts some porridge on to cook. May as well get a good breakfast in and make sure Robin is well fed before heading out to town. She doesn’t know how long the drive into town is, but she does know it’s a way off. Once the porridge is cooked and the coffee is made she decides its time to wake Rob

Cammie knows she’s fucked up. After sitting quietly for the whole two minute drive to the sheriff’s station Cammie breaks the silence with, “I’m sorry! I know I embarrassed you and I...” Robin interrupts what’s she’s saying with, “Cammie, do you know what you’ve done?” He says in an irritated tone, “everyone was supposed to believe that you are my long lost cousin.” “Now, the whole town thinks your my girlfriend.” Cammie gets defensive, “would it be that awful if the whole town were to think I’m your girlfriend? What exactly is the difference if I’m your girlfriend or your looong losttt cousin?” She says vehemently. Robin faces her now with a cross and angry furrowed brow. “You are the one who came up with the cousin idea in the first place!” “Besides, I’d love to call you my girlfriend, but you said yourself, that you are not my girlfriend!” He carries on with his rant, frustrated now, he continues, “now that there are two different stories floating about town, and now that t

After a night of tossing and turning Cammie gets up before sunrise for a second morning in a row. Nervous about going back to the cliff edge, where Robin found her and where it had all happened. Terrified that she may find Callie’s clean picked bones scattered along the forest floor she gets up out of bed switches the light on and checks the time. It’s only three thirty am. Careful not to make any noise she goes through the bag of clothing from the Mountain Outfitters store. She lays all the items on the bed neatly. Checking the jeans over, they don’t look too bad, but she decides to go with the hiking trousers that have thermal lining in because she can tell there’s still a nip of cold in the air. Once dressed in her navy trouser, long sleeved baby blue top, fleece and burgundy coloured fluffy socks, Cammie checks the time again. It’s four-twenty-three am. Contemplating whether or not it would be okay to wake Robin up, Cammie decides she’ll give it another half hour before headin

Robin comes in from outside just as Cammie is about to dish the food up. It’s nothing special, just eggs and toast because she’s too tired to defrost something from the deep freezer. Robin comes in and gives Cammie a smile, “hmm a girl after my own heart, I’m starving!” Cammie feeling pleased with herself for taking the initiative to make them some food, places two plates on the counter. Robin comes in and leans the rifle up next to the front door as he comes in, takes his coat off and hangs it up on its hook near the door, just as he’s about to remove his boots he hears a truck coming up the road. He looks to Cammie, who also heard the truck and looks pale as a sheet, as if his poor dove hasn’t had enough of a scare today. “Go to the bedroom and stay there until I say it’s clear”, Robin orders her. Cammie immediately runs to the bedroom and closes the door, leaving it slightly ajar so she can hear who it is if they come in. Hoping it’s the Sheriff and Willow. Cammie looks

I wonder if I should pack some things in a bag, Cammie asks herself. We might need to do a runner into the forest if someone comes. Looking at Robin who is checking out of each window every few minutes. He’s definitely on edge and is expecting something to happen tonight, I’d better pack a bag. I walk into the bedroom and head straight over to my pile of folded clothes. I figure the jeans I’ve got on are fine to wear more then a day but I grab fresh underwear and socks and spare T-shirt. I also grab the fleece and put it into Robins hiking rucksack. It’s not big so I have to be careful what I put into it. Scanning the room, I walk over to Robins drawers and grab a fresh T-shirt and a yellow and grey plaid button up shirt that feels nice and thick which should help keep him warm if we have to stay out in the cold all night. I grab some thick socks for him too and stuff them in the bag. Okay, so we’ll definitely be needing food and water. In the kitchen I find our water bottles,