She saw surprise in Brock's eyes when he recognized the voice."Hey," he replied as he took a cap from a young girl and affixed his name to the bill."Y...u busy afterward?" Susan replied."That line is on the other side," Brock said in what he hoped was a joking manner."What I meant is, no one has heard from you in a while," she said.Brock started to walk down the line toward the clubhouse entrance. The small group that sought his signature had dwindled."I've been busy," he said. "You know how that. What the hell had she been missing all her life that she had found in his arms?And why was she lying here now dreaming about it when she should be planning her escape? Survival was possible in the jungle. If only she could keep a clear head about it.There were shoes to be fashioned out of the broad palm leaves. She would work them together by splitting the vines into tiny rope strings. There would be food to be gathered. But first of all, she had to figure a way to get out of this nest!A harsh,. We have to replace the fluids, deal with the shock She's still unconscious. There could be brain damage, I don't know if I got the oxygen into her quickly enough. Especially after all we've been putting her through. I don't know what state she was in, how resilient she was." Can I see her?"The Doc shook her head. "Not for a while," she said, "I'd really like her not to be disturbed. And I want to get her to recover from this attack as well as she did from the last one. Only this time it's going. Laughing to himself he recalled the last time a maiden had glanced in the boy’s direction. Poor Bryon was so unlearned at such matters that, when she’d winked at him, he’d stumbled, face first into the dirt. It wasn’t that Bryon hadn’t spoke of such matters with his friends. It was just that he became absorbed in his work, to the point of having very little time for entertainment purposes. Whether he knew it or not, come the morrow, young Bryon would be a boy no more if the determined William.