Episode Thirty-Three: The Moon

Five happy, healthy arrived for dinner at an elegant table. Gilded plates, cups, and utensils waited for them on a hand-carved hardwood table. A mound of mashed potatoes sill steamed, next to a plump pot of deep brown gravy. Centered among a host of other dishes was a large ham, struck with a knife all ready to carve. Above them the stars twinkled, fighting against the light of the brass lamps hanging from posts that circled the table at a comfortable distance. But none of the guests had eyes for the table and food. They were all looking at the earth.
There it hung in the sky above them with the stars, a blue orb covered in moving swirls of white and solid patches of green and brown, larger than anything any of them had ever seen before in the sky. Troy Lombardi was the first to break from the spell of the earth and test their new surroundings, jumping much higher, and falling much slower than he ever did on earth.
“This is fantastic! We don't even need spacesuits!” he said, doing three flips in a single jump. He landed on his back in a puff of gray dust causing the others to laugh.
“You're going to be dirty enough you wish you'd had one though!” laughed Jim, but joined in the fun with a flip of his own.
“Jim, be careful,” said his wife Susan, “you're going to get dust all over the dinner William prepared us.”
“No he is alright,” said William, “There is a sort of force field around the food table, the dust can't get in.”
“So much for being realistic,” joked Sarah, “A breathable atmosphere on the moon, force fields to keep the food clean, the three of you are back to your normal weights, and my guess is we couldn't possibly run out of food at that table, but we'll have to eat again anyway once we get out.”
With a smile, William added, “We won't get so full we can't eat dessert either,” causing another round of mirth.
By the time they got settled down for dinner—which was a task in its own right in lunar gravity—they were all covered in gray dust. Even Susan had bounded around a bit, but had refused to even try and flip.
“Well, William, I have to hand it to you. This was a wonderful idea—much better than suffering through a meal together in our weak bodies. Now that we've had a little fun, lets get to the serious business.” Here he paused, all eyes were on him and he looked at William. “How in the world, did I reach the horizon?” The general eyesight switched to William.
“Easy, when you told Dean about the horizon, he added new hard drives to the computer. One of the things I had changed about the computer was the way in which the hard drives are formatted. The Endless Frontier was incompatible with the memory he added.”
“Then how did Elizabeth install the memory in the first place?”
“I ran a program that re-formats them to meet the needs of my new system. If Dean would have run that utility his plan would have worked, but he didn't”
At about that time Sarah made the mistake of trying to pass the bowl of gravy. The low gravity wasn't quite enough to hold it in the bowl as she extended it toward Troy. The heap of gravy slid upward out of the bowl, then scattered into a thousand brown drops. Reacting without thinking, Susan tried to pull the bowl of punch out of the way as the drops threatened to mix with the drink. The attempt resulted in a much worse disaster much worse than the gray.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Troy launched the mashed potatoes high into the air, which were soon falling like snow, and a full out food fight exploded into being. When all the food had been majestically spoiled in the slow motion drama of low gravity, everyone was covered in much more food than they had been dust. Troy humorously took back his comment about the moon being a good place for dinner, and everyone had a good laugh.
After they had all settled down, Jim spoke, “When I reached the mountain peak the morning we got out, and saw the horizon way out in the distance I couldn't have been more surprised. I knew that even if we had been close, Dean would have added memory, so I with him knowing I didn't think we had a chance.”
“I'm just glad you found it,” said William. “If you hadn't of ran your guts out to get there Dean would have gotten away with the whole scheme!”
“Actually,” said Jim, “I didn't run at all. The closest bit of the horizon was a few miles out at sea, so I thought someone else would get out before me. For a few hours I was basically waiting to be rescued. I started hiking down the mountain fully expecting someone else to escape and release me. I thought Elizabeth and William were still on the boat, so after three hours passed and they hadn't crossed the horizon I realized something must be up. So I decided to get the horizon myself.”
“How did you do it though? Did you swim out that far?” asked Susan.
“No, I was still a few hours away from the shore as it was. I dug my way out.”
“What?” said Troy.
William exploded into laughter, “I should have thought of that. We couldn't have made it out of the Origin valley much faster. If you find a good spot, you'd only have to dig eight inches.”
“I think it was closer to a foot,” said Jim, “but I was ready to dig ten feet.”
“You mean I spent over two months on less than a foot of soil!” said Troy.
“Dirt takes a lot of memory,” said William, defending his creation. “And you never noticed anyway”
Some time later, after much lighthearted discussion Troy stood up from the table, “Friends, I must be off now. Lombardi Inc. didn't fare so well without me, and I am still trying to get it back together. How do I get out of here, William? I don't tell me it involves chasing the horizon.”
“Push the big red button on the phone.”
“Thanks,” he said and in a moment he was gone, and to William's delight, his clothes went with him.
One by one the others left, until William and Sarah were left alone. They sat for a time, looking up at the great blue earth. Then William knelt down and pulled a little box from out of his pocket.

THE END

Episode Thirty-Two: Return to the Portal

William was running so fast that when he saw the horizon, he only saw it as a wall of blue as he came around out of a stand of trees, and then he was in it. The moment of nothingness seemed much longer than when he had come in. His mind was full of a thousand thoughts of what might be happening in the portal. Had the girls successfully subdued Dean? Or had he overcome them like he had Troy? If so, was he in time to get Dean himself?
The first thing he became aware of was laughter. Dean's laughter. His own weak body, the feeding tube in his mouth, the handcuffs around his wrists all came a moment later. As he put the pieces of the scene around him together, William felt his hope deflating.
“Did you hear that, Sarah?” mocked Dean. “She told me to give it up. She said the misery wasn't worth it. Do I look miserable to you?” He walked away from the bed with Elizabeth in it; she was now sound asleep. Dean was still holding the syringe he had emptied into her. Hoping to benefit from the element of surprise, William held still as Dean passed him.
“What do you think, Sarah, would I be happier in a world of fame and fortune? Or a federal prison?” Dean asked walking over to where she too was chained to her bed.
In response, she swung herself out of the bed and landed her foot squarely in Dean stomach. Dean seemed to have forgotten that unlike his other prisoners, her muscles hadn't weakened a bit. He doubled over in pain, the wind knocked out of him.
“Definitely prison,” said Sarah, standing to a somewhat awkward position; feet on the floor, but hunched over with her hands chained. “And I hope you enjoy it a long time.”
When he was able, Dean retrieved another set of handcuffs from the desk at the front of the room and began walking back toward Sarah, murder in his eyes. William decided to get in on the struggle and kicked at Dean as he went by. His foot caught Dean in the thigh, but it lacked sufficient force to do much. He fell out of bed in the attempt. The whole experience—the impact on Dean's thigh, the weight of his body on the edge of the bed frame, falling onto the floor, the handcuffs jerking his arms in their sockets, and Dean's return kick—were all more painful than William thought possible.
Elizabeth tried to take advantage of William's actions, by kicking out again, this time aimed at Dean's groin. Dean was ready for her and caught her foot while stepping aside. With one quick motion he pulled her around, back on the bed, and cuffed her foot to the other end of the bed. Elizabeth struggled, but it was useless. Dean laughed again, seeming to enjoy the sport.
Unable to bare the pain of having his weak wrists pulled by the metal, William struggled back into the bed. Stretched out as she was, she couldn't resist much as Dean put her to sleep. After dealing with her, he turned on William. “So, you finally got out. I'm glad I have real prison walls to hold you in from now on. What do you have to say for yourself?”
William didn't respond; he had nothing to say—not to Dean.
“How did the three of you, and Troy earlier get out? When Troy told me about making the computer run out of memory, I thought he was telling the truth.”
So that's how he found out, thought William.
“But I know it's a lie—look” he pointed over to the screen, where on the wall was projected the computers status: hard drives only sixty-one percent full. “I added a dozen hard drives, and they haven't hardly been used.”
Suddenly, William understood, but it did them little good now. He still refused to say anything to Dean.
“Fine—give me the silent treatment, but Sarah and your other friends will pay for this.” He picked up another syringe and twiddled it in his fingers, the bare needle going round and round. “After I kill Troy, Jim, and Elizabeth, I'll take Sarah out to the cabin as planed. Don't expect to wake up until, she is already in the death trap.” The words hurt William, but didn't say a word—just stared Dean in the eye, who kept getting nearer.
Suddenly Jim, who had been laying motionless on the bed across from William, sprang to life. Arching his body between one foot and his hands on the pillow, he thrust out with his other leg. The timing and placement was perfect; his foot shoved the syringe from Dean's hand and into his stomach, emptying it's contents.
For a second time the air burst from Dean's lungs, but this time accompanied by a sharp pain, then a dulling of the senses.

Episode Thirty-One: The Call

Buzzz. Buzzz. Buzzz.
William decided to let it ring a few times. Every second counted. They were further along then he had hoped they would be. He guessed they were two thirds of the way up the canyon. Following behind Sarah, he plunged into the stream for the third time. This crossing wasn't as bad as the last one, it was wide and mostly shallow.
Buzzz. Buzzz. Buzzz.
In the deepest part he comically let the water cover the cell phone, just because he knew it wouldn't hurt it in the least. Although unfinished, it was intended to be the link to reality, and he had made it waterproof.
Buzzz. Buzzz. Buzzz.
“Aren't you going to answer that?” asked Sarah as they jogged along the gravel bank. William caught a hint of worry in her voice, and he wondered if Elizabeth had told her about Dean's threat before he started listening to their conversation earlier. Either way, he knew she was right. For all their sakes, he needed to answer the phone.
“Don't slow down for me,” he said, then dropped to a walk.
Buzzz. Buzzz. Buzzz.
He waited just long enough to be able to hide his heavy breathing. “Hello,” he said in an intentionally discouraged voice.
“Well, William, I gave you your hour and a little more besides. Are you going to help me now or do I have to kill some of your friends and torture another first?” Dean wasn't helping him waste any time.
“Tell me what happens if I agree. I want a specific agreement, not just an arbitrary I do what you say.” The girls were already out of his sight, but he continued walking, following their footsteps.
“Well, the first thing that happens is I take Sarah on a road trip out to a cabin I've purchase for this very purpose. I'll lock her up there, then come back for you. I've rigged the cabin to burn down with her trapped in it, if for some reason you prevent me from getting back there. With your cooperation we should get there in a few days without any problem, well before the trap springs.”
Although the plan sounded horrific, William was grateful it was complicated enough to take some time explaining.
“Actually, I misspoke. I won't take you to the same cabin. I'll take you to another cabin and lock you up there. After ensuring that Sarah will stay alive, I'll come back for the computer and things and we'll set up another Endless Frontier in the cabin. With you safely in it, I'll go and get Sarah and bring her to you. Back in the Endless Frontier, you'll be able to see her. For a few hours each day, I'll pull you out and have you work for me. On days you don't work for me, I'll take it out on Sarah, but hopefully we don't have to worry about that.”
“What about Troy, Jim, and Elizabeth?” asked William. Dean hesitated and William wondered if Dean had just hoped he would forget about them because he was worried about Sarah.
“I'll sedate Troy and take him when I take Sarah. Jim and Elizabeth will come with us, also sedated, when we go.”
“Would I be sedated?”
“No, I only want to make two trips, and I am certain with Sarah's life at stake you won't do anything foolish.”
William knew he was right. He reached a spot where he was was blocked by boulders and a small cliff. He could have easily climbed them with both hands, but with the phone he was forced to stop. They should be getting close now, he thought. “What happens after I give you the plans?”
“With as much money as I'll have after being able to sell the technology, I'll be easily able to afford a babysitter to watch over the five of you. You can live happily ever after, in your digital world.”
“Where did you get the money for those cabins? I remember a week ago you were worried about paying rent.”
Dean laughed. “Your friend Troy helped me on that one. Thanks to him I have plenty of—Hey, what—” The line died.
With a surge of excitement, William dropped the phone, scrambled over the rocks, and ran for the horizon.

Episode Thirty: The Chase

Sarah awoke shortly after William got off the phone with Dean, but William was too distraught to talk. He sat on the hill looking down the river; tears marked his tired face. Elizabeth sat down with Sarah and unwound their bizarre situation to her. Although some distance away and with his back to them, William listened as Elizabeth told the tale, starting with Troy's grand vision of the Endless Frontier. A few times during the narrative, Sarah asked a question. William had missed her voice, and relished each word she spoke, but his rejoicing in her presence was poisoned by the knowledge that Dean had degraded her into a bartering chip. Her well being depended on his cooperation with the man who had robbed him of everything, twisting his masterpiece into a cage.
About the time Elizabeth was recounting the storm, Troy Lombardi appeared, standing on the Origin in the default clothing. Seeing William, he took a few steps in his direction before falling to his knees. William ran down the hill, concern for Troy let him forget his own problems for a minute. Troy was crumpled on the ground when William reached him. Troy's eyes were closed, but when William shook him, he opened them for a moment.
“The Horizon—” Troy whispered, then closed his eyes.
“What?” asked William, afraid to hope.
Barely audible, Troy said one final word before sleep enclosed him: “—open.”
Suddenly very aware of the camera mounted near them, William calmly picked Troy up and carried him up the hill. Elizabeth and Sarah hadn't noticed William's absence, but they both stopped talking and gave him their full attention when he appeared carrying Troy.
“What happened?”
“Who is that?”
William didn't answer them until he had fully passed the crest of the hill and knew that Dean couldn't see them. “The Horizon is open.” Elizabeth opened her mouth, forming a question, but William kept talking. “Troy must have gotten to the portal. I think Dean drugged him and sent him back in. If the three of us escape at the same time, I'm sure we will be able to overpower him. We went south and Troy went north; I think the quickest way out would be to head east: that ridge isn't has high. Elizabeth, I haven't been paying attention to time, how long do we have before my hour is up?”
“I don't know, maybe a half-hour, forty minutes at most.”
“I'll take the phone and talk to Dean when he calls—stall him as long as I can. He'll drug me before he pulls me out. Don't stop for me.” Even as he was talking William began walking, then when the girls followed he increased the speed to a jog.
As soon as they entered the trees they fell into line, William took the lead and Elizabeth held up the rear. There wasn't much of a trail, but the forest had only sparse underbrush, leaving the way forward mostly clear.
When William accidentally led them into the thick patch of brush, Sarah found a quick way through and took the lead, pushing the groups speed even faster then they had been going. Had they not been in the Endless Frontier, with a computer generated perfect fitness level, they never would have been able to keep going.
Running behind Sarah, William found himself admiring her. Dumped in a totally foreign world she hardly understood, exposed to torture of the most brutal kind, and finding a boy friend she must have given up on a long time ago and who had hardly even spoken to her, she was doing amazing well. With only a short explanation she was leading a charge through the wilderness on the faint hope of escape. Not having time to do anything about her long hair, she had tied it in a knot behind her head. Like everything else about her, he found that knot attractive.
As they ran up a grassy hill, William came up next to Sarah. “I'm sorry, you were pulled into this,” he said.
“I honestly can't say I'm glad to be here,” she responded quickly, “but I'm glad to see you alive.” Her voice dropped to a whisper that William could barely hear as they ran. “I never thought I would see you again.”
After about half an hour, the group had to slow down. They had reached the foothills and were all out of breath. As they walked William pointed out a canyon that he knew turned into the random horizon. He told the girls that would be the easiest route, but that they would have to cross a small stream multiple times as they ascended. “If we were on a Saturday afternoon hike, I would also mention the beautiful wildflowers,” he finished, somewhat surprised at the happiness he was feeling. They were going to make it! And even better, he thought, Sarah had missed him.

Episode Twenty-Nine: The Horizon

Troy Lombardi awoke in tattered clothing with his back on the sandy beach. Nothing hurt. The wet sand was comfortably conformed to his body. After looking around the beach for a while he was able to find some of his gear, but not much. No tent, torn clothes, spoiled food, no canoe. He found some jerky, which for some reason seamed funny to him this morning. Meat in a world without animals.
He kept breakfast short, the quiet determination to go on hadn't left him, and he wanted to be on his way. For a short time he delayed, trying to decide if he should return to the remains of the lodge for supplies, or adventure into the wilderness with what he had. He decided to reach the top of the stairs and at least examine the next leg of the journey. If it looked easy, he would start out. If he felt like he would save time in the long run by getting gear, he would go back.
Once again Troy began to climb the stairs. As he realized that he was the only one who had ever actually climbed these stairs. The others had always gone off in other directions. He decided that he would call them the Lombardi stairs. And if these were the Lombardi stairs, the waterfall was certainly the Lombardi Falls, and the river the Lombardi River. These pleasant thoughts occupied him for most of the climb up. Near the top, he looked up and saw the clump of grass.
“This time,” he told the grass from below, “I'll reach you. I'll see what you see, when you look the other way.”
But to the north, there was nothing to see. At first Troy thought the ridge must immediately drop away, because he couldn't see anything beyond it, but the absolute nothingness of it shortly came into his full view. The landscape abruptly ended; only the sky continue on in a great blue sphere. Far below him, the sky turned black where stars looked upward at a blue sky.
“How?” Troy whispered to himself. Glancing back at the Origin Valley to make sure he wasn't dreaming, he saw that everything was in order; water appearing from nowhere rushed into the river at his left before plunging into the lake. Curious he picked up a rock and tossed it into the horizon, the moment it crossed over the line where the landscape ended, it vanished.
Then impulsively Troy threw himself into the void. Just like the rock, he vanished, or as he felt it, everything vanished—himself included. In the bareness of his thoughts, Troy had the wonderfully strange experience of gaining a thrill of hope after having believed all was lost. Freedom was about to be his.
Then reality hit him hard. Over two months of lying prone and unmoving had left his body weak. A feeding tube was jammed down his throat. He tried to move his hands, that were lying on the pillow above his head, but he couldn't. The room was slowly coming into focus, but his eyes didn't seem to work very well. After stretching his fingers a few times, he felt around with them and realized Dean had handcuffed him to the bed.
Slowly, painfully, he rolled onto his stomach and used his hands to pull out the feeding tube. His eyes were working better now, he could see the others one of which, to his surprise was Elizabeth. “What is she doing in there?” he thought. Another girl he didn't even recognize. He wondered if William and Jim knew about them. Using his feet he was sure he could hit the power switch on the white box under Elizabeth's bed, the one that housed the mind connection equipment, but he was certain that would only lead to his recapture.
The next closest was William; the head of his bed was against the foot of Troy's. Stretching as far as he could Troy was able to touch the white box with his foot, but not quite far enough to reach the switch. Unable to think of anything else, he kicked the box as hard as his weak legs would let him. Pain shot up his leg. Hearing a noise, Dean Senoma walked into the room, magazine in hand. Seeing Troy awake and moving he immediately stepped out of the room. When he returned a moment later, he was pointing a pistol right at Troy.
“How did you get out?” Dean demanded.
Not wanting to give anything away, Troy held his tongue—he wasn't sure if it still worked anyway. For good measure he kicked the white box a second time, but the only result was his own wincing. Dean walked over to the desk and shook the mouse. The screen lit up showing a window that was tracking the status of the computer's memory. It said sixty-one percent full.
“Something must have gone wrong with your connection. I should kill you now,” said Dean, “but William will want to see that you are still alive.” He waited for a response, but Troy wouldn't give one. “In fact, I think I'll send you back to the Origin right now. Perhaps having another one of his friends around will help him change his mind.”
Realizing he was about to be sent back into the Endless Frontier, Troy raised himself to his knees and stretched out his neck away from the pillow. His effort was rewarded as Dean cursed at the computer when it wouldn't connect. Seeing Troy's defiant effort he retrieved a syringe. In his weakened condition Troy couldn't put up much of a fight, but he did his best. In only a matter of moments, Dean had emptied the contents of the syringe into his arm. He lay back on the bed and drifted into the Endless Frontier.

Episode Twenty-Eight: Sarah

The cool smell of evergreen trees filled Sarah's nostrils. In a groggy state she felt the cot beneath her and tried to remember where she was. Filling her with fear, her memory slowly returned.
A man had called her, wanting to know about William. He said he was William's brother and wanted any information that might help find him. After telling him on the phone that she had already told the police everything she knew and that they were trying, he offered to take her out to lunch so they could talk about it. Unable to say no, she reluctantly accepted. She was tired of repeating how little she knew, wishing she knew more.
Lunch had been a ruse. Instead of taking her to a restaurant, he took her to a large office building, not saying a word the whole drive there even when she had tried to start a conversation. He just stared ahead and kept driving. In the parking garage below the building, after he brushed off her comment about there not being a restaurant in the building, she had demanded he take her home. He had been walking in front of her and turned around with a wicked smile on his face. She couldn't remember anything after that.
“Where am I?” she tried to ask, but the words came out jumbled and she had a hard time opening her eyes. Above her she could only see green, but in a moment a blurry face appeared above her.
“You are going to be alright Sarah,” the face said. She recognized that voice.
“William?”
“Yes, it is me.”
“What is going on? Where are we?” Her mind and senses were clearing quickly, but her confusion was mounting. She could tell now that her cot was under a green canopy and that William was the only one next to her. She tried to sit up, but still found herself weak. They were on a grassy hill top somewhere high in the mountains. “How did I get her? Where have you been?” William had a troubled look on his face. She could tell she was asking him too much all at once, but in her nervousness she couldn't help it. A sudden thought curdled her blood. “Are we dead?”
William heaved a sigh. “No, we're not dead. At least not yet.” He paused for a moment, then went on when Sarah kept looking at him in the eye, demanding answers. “We are in the virtual world I told you I was working on. We're being held captive—”
Elizabeth's voice shattered the air, coming from the bottom of the hill where she had been sitting alone. “No, Dean. Don't do it!” She jumped up and came running toward them. “William, if you don't help him, He's going to hurt Sarah!”
“What?” said William, visibly afraid.
Any answer Elizabeth may have been about to give was cut of by Sarah's piercing cry. She clutched her left arm protectively to her body and in a spasm tumbled out of the cot and onto the grass. William immediately dropped to her side and held her as she sobbed. After only a few seconds passed, Sarah screamed and tried to push William away.
“Sarah, what's wrong? I'm not hurting you.” William didn't know if he should hold her close or let her go. She responded to his voice but looked into space focusing on things he couldn't see. William wheeled on Elizabeth who had crumpled on the ground. Grabbing her shoulders and pulling her up to look her in the eye, he demanded, “What is Dean doing to her?”
“He is using a spliced mental connection with her. At any time he can play a recording to one of her senses that overrides the information being sent from the Endless Frontier.” Her words were strained and were broken by occasional sobs. “He can make her feel like she is burning alive, play recordings of starving children in her ears, make her see nothing but bullets and burning buildings around her. You have to stop him, William.”
William encased Sarah, who was now shuddering uncontrollably, in his arms. Great tears formed in his eyes and flowed without restraint. “Sarah, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Sarah,” he whispered in her ears, not even sure what torment she was going through.  She suddenly went limp in his arms, even her breath stopped.
William jumped and took the phone from where Elizabeth had let if fall, still open. “Dean stop it now. I'll talk, just stop.” He gasped the words out in heaving breaths.
“Okay, I've stopped it,” Deans voice was calm, like they were engaged in small talk over lunch.
William looked over at Sarah and saw her chest rising and falling, but still unconscious. “What do you want from me?” he asked.
“Plans and diagrams on how to construct another computer like this one. Then if I can't find someone who can build it, I want you to build me one.”
“Will you let Sarah go.”
“I can't have her run to the police.”
“Why should I help you? You want everything and promise nothing in return.”
“You and your friends can live happily ever after in the world you have created, otherwise I'll dispose of Troy and Jim, move you and Sarah to a better location where I don't have to pay rent. There I will play with Sarah's senses until I break your will, I'm sure that will be much quicker than breaking your will directly. In the end you will help me either way.”
William felt hollow inside. He was ready to die, but he couldn't watch Sarah suffer. “Please Dean, give me an hour. Just to think.”
“What is there to think about?”
“Only an hour. Just one hour.”
“I'll call you in an hour. If you don't answer, or I don't like your answer, Sarah will feel her back bend and snap, repeated every ten seconds for the next five days!”
Already broken, William openly wept.

Episode Twenty-Seven: The Deadline

Buzzzz. Buzzzz. Buzzzz.
William felt the cold hard stone of the origin under him. Trying to relieve his aching head, he sat up and covered his hands against the bright light of the morning sun. I am alive, he thought. He remembered watching as Elizabeth lost strength and dipped beneath the waves. Pointlessly he had shouted her name. The urge to save her had almost given him the strength to dive after her, but he knew he was struggling just to keep his own head above water. Even in the freezing water, his arms and legs burned from the effort to stay alive. In the back of his mind he was aware that all the struggle was pointless, but the situation was just too real.
He remembered slipping beneath the waves, unable to wave his arms and legs any longer. Then heavy water water rushed in to fill his lungs as bad air burst out. Then darkness. I'm alive, he thought, almost disbelieving, I'm alive.
Buzzzz. Buzzzz. Buzzzz.
He only vaguely remembered hearing the first ring of his phone, but he ignored it a second time and looked around. A few feet to in front of him he saw Elizabeth, still unconscious in the default clothing. The pine forests and rugged mountains of the Origin valley surrounded him in all their majesty, but the sight only wearied him. He turned to look over his shoulder at the camera, wondering if Dean was watching him. A second woman lay between him and the camera, also with long hair and in the default clothing. Startled he jumped up and went to her. Kneeling over her he saw that this woman was Elizabeth. Then who was the first?
Buzzzz. Buzzzz. Buzzzz.
Cautiously walking over to her came to a horrible realization.
“NO! No. No. No. No No.” he cried. Behind  him he heard Elizabeth stir, but ignored it. He ran to Sarah's side and gently shook her. She remained totally unconscious, barely even breathing.
Buzzzz. Buzzzz. Buzzzz.
“What have you done to her!” William shouted into the phone, speaking before he was even sure it had connected.
“Uhhh—William, where are you?”
Williams voice suddenly dropped cool and hardened. “What have you done to Sarah?”
“I didn't know you would be at the Origin this morning,” answered Dean weakly.
“I died last night, but that is beside the point. What have you done to Sarah.”
William's shouting fully aroused Elizabeth. She moved over to Sarah and seeing a patient her medical training kicked in. She became cool and collected and began to look for a pulse.
“William, I promise you she is fine,” said Dean. “I wanted to talk to you before you saw her, but I guess that it too late now.”
“Why is she here.”
“This isn't about her, William. It's about you. I need your help.”
“I don't care what you do to me. Why is she here!”
“I know you don't care about yourself. She is my insurance. You won't help me for your own sake, so I'm asking you to help me for hers.”
Elizabeth had grasped the situation the moment she had seen Sarah. A part of her tried to convince her that she should be happy about it. With Sarah here, William was sure to cooperate. But she had learned that it was that same part of her that had let Dean pull her into this mess in the first place. No, she thought, another victim. Sarah is another victim, and Dean is the monster.
William was still as stone for a few long seconds. Elizabeth could tell that he didn't want to believe what was happening, but was trying to deal with it anyway.
“Listen to me Dean,” he said. “A week ago, you were right. I was going to die before I helped you. But a few days ago your brother Jim changed my mind. He wants to live much more than I do, so does Elizabeth. I was going to help you for their sakes, but not now.” Surprised Elizabeth looked up at him, but he wasn't looking at her. “I love Sarah more than anyone in the world, but I cannot help you now. How many people will you trap before this is over Dean? A hundred? No Dean I'll let Sarah die with the rest of us before I have to breath each day knowing others are trapped because I assisted you.” With a finality she knew she could not contest, William threw he phone to the ground. The plastic casing shattered, and little pieces scattered.
Without a word, William put Sarah on his shoulders and began to hike over the hill toward the lodge. Elizabeth waited for a moment, trying to get a grasp on what had happened before following. She met he at the top of the hill where he had stopped.
“Where is the lodge?” she asked, seeing the wreckage.
“I have no idea,” he replied. For a moment the two of them stood looking at the wreckage. William came to himself first, setting Sarah down on the grass. He gathered a canopy and cot from the mound of supplies that had replaced the shed, wading through a bit of water and generally having to clear a path through the rubble.
Elizabeth sat down next to Sarah and waited for him to return. “What are we going to do now?” she asked him.
“You start working on the canopy. I'll get the cot set up so Sarah doesn't have to lie on the ground.”
“I mean what are we going to do about Dean? About trying to stay alive?”
“We can't stop Dean from killing us.” As he spoke William opened up the cot bag and began piecing the different parts together. “If he does, it will be on his own prerogative; I'll have nothing to do with it. Right now I plan to do what I can for Sarah. If Dean doesn't kill us, I'll start pushing the horizon again, unless I can come up with a better plan of escape. Regardless of the method, I will always try to get out. But I will not—I will never—don't even ask me to—bargain with Dean.”