LORRY SPRINGSTONE'S/KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

We continue sailing across the dark lake, the urgency of their situation weighing heavily upon them. Jason takes over paddling, his powerful strokes propelling them swiftly towards the far shore.

As we near the bank, I scan the treeline for any sign of pursuit. So far, the night remains still save for the gentle lapping of water against the canoe.

"Where do we go from here?" I ask Jason in a hushed voice.

His brow furrows as he considers our options. "We ...