"You have a point there, but if that's the case, they can get us anyway. So let's pack."
"You can pack if you want to. I'm leaving!" Edith pulled the opening to the tent and slipped out.
"Edith!" Donald cried. "Wait!"
I touched Ven. "Stop her," I said.
Edith's voice came from outside. "Don!" she called in a tight voice. "Don! Help me! I can't move!"
"Try coming back here and see what happens," Donald said slowly.
Edith's head appeared in the entrance. "I'm back," she said in a small voice.
"I thought you would be. Now let's pack and perhaps they'll let us go. It's obvious that we can't run away."
"But why? What's happened to us?"
"If I told you, you'd think I'm crazy."