Emily’s perspective:

Night is setting in, though the yellow rays of this land of endless sun still shine through the rows of spruce. Luckily enough, we set camp in a grouping of trees that provide enough shade to at least give us the ability to pretend the sun has set.

In the coolness of the shade, I lean back against the tree from which I hung a tarp we borrowed from the pack of one of our would-be assassins. My bare feet stretch out close to warm in the glow of ...