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Lacy wouldn’t go as far as to say she was cured, but she did say that she’d never felt better. She was tapering off her other drugs and had high hopes that at some point she’d be medication free. Most importantly, she hadn’t had a single flare-up since taking her first autobiotic gummy.

I couldn’t have been happier.

Literally.

I would have spent seven years in the Bolivian jungle if it had meant giving Lacy even a chance of beating her disease.

“You just got an email from Andy!” Gina shouted from where she was hovering over a laptop in the kitchen. From over her shoulder I could see the picture I’d taken from her hut—the one of me on the toilet with my Game Boy—stuck to the refrigerator.

“Open it,” I said.

A moment later, she clapped her hands together several times and said, “It’s a rough cut of the documentary.”

After arriving back in the States, Andy had quit his job teaching, and he and Libby had been working diligently to piece together the documentary. At the beginning of October, the two came to visit, staying with us for three days. When the four of us weren’t drinking wine and playing board games, Gina and I spent hours being interviewed for the documentary.

I joined Gina at the laptop and read Andy’s email:

Hey guys,

Libby and I finally finished piecing together the rough cut. Can’t thank you enough for sitting for all those interviews. Anyhow, let me know what you think. Hoping to get the film done and into the Sundance Film Festival next year. If so, you and Gina should join us there.

FYI . . . I sent the rough cut to Martin a few days ago and he signed off on it.

Later gators,
Andy

P.S. Roth didn’t delete the scenes of you in your birthday suit and thinking you were on Naked and Afraid. For Gina’s reviewing pleasure, I left them in. :)

Gina slapped my butt and said, “I’ll make the popcorn.”

Author’s Note

Author’s Note

I always knew Thomas and Gina were destined to end up together, but I wasn’t certain how they were going to rekindle their relationship. The answer came to me while I was reading Douglas Preston’s book, The Lost City of the Monkey God. The true story follows a documentary expedition (which Preston was a part of, writing for National Geographic) as they head into the Mosquitia jungle of Honduras in search of the lost city of the Monkey God. That’s when I first started to play with the idea of Gina Brady being abducted from her Bolivian village and Thomas having to join up with a documentary expedition to save her.

A few Google searches later and I learned about the Incas and Paititi.