Abby stared at the packs. “What do these do?”

Ben smiled to himself. Of course. They wouldn’t have ice in the jungle.

“They’ll help the swelling.” He draped them over her ankle, and she recoiled at their cold touch. “Leave them like that until they grow soft. I’ll see if there’s any pain reliever around here.”

In the bathroom he found a small bottle of something called acetaminophen. He read the directions and gave her two pills. He considered taking some himself but decided against it. Abby might need what was left. He sat down on a dusty easy chair across from her and closed his eyes.

“Ben, won’t they find us here? And doesn’t the FBI know that you know about this place?”

He opened his eyes and looked at her. “Probably. But identifying me and tracing us here without the benefit of a chip—that will take time. I think we have until morning before they could track us. We’ll be gone by then.”

“But how are we going to get out of here? Ben, I don’t think I can walk through—”

He waved her off. “Hopefully you won’t have to. If we’re lucky, we’ve got alternative transportation in the shed out back. Maybe I should check on that now.”

He stood up and started out the door, then walked into the bedroom, where he found a light blanket. He went back to the living room and laid it over her feet.

“Thanks.” She pulled the blanket up to her knees. “Ben, do we have any way of contacting Creighton? I’m sure he’s worried sick.”

“Unfortunately, no. Not without my Grid connection.” He squatted beside the couch. “Abby, next time you have some harebrained idea, run it by us beforehand, will you?”

She nodded. “I will. I’m sorry, Ben.”

“Good. Now, I need to see what’s out in the shed. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Twenty minutes later he returned to the cabin. Abby was asleep. He removed the ice packs and placed them back in the freezer.

He looked through the kitchen cabinets for supplies and found several packaged food bars. He opened one and bit into it. Stale, but edible. It would see them through the morning. He stepped outside; it was getting dark. He went back into the cabin and locked the door behind him. Not that it would help if anyone found them. He shut the windows, ate another food bar, grabbed a pillow from the bedroom, and sat back down in the easy chair. Not the most comfortable way to sleep, but he didn’t want to leave Abby alone.

Abby’s breathing was regular with a very slight snore. Her face was toward him. Her lips were parted, and her black hair had fallen over her left cheek.