The man stands back up, an arm still clutched around his chest. His eyes flick between Carine and the spade in her hands. Occasionally, he casts a glance down toward Jim. After a few seconds of bared teeth, he lets out a snarl and leaps up against a nearby tree trunk, where he pushes himself off and into the obscuring canopy of needles, leaving Carine alone.

Jim, his mind much less addled with adrenaline, gets a good look at the man's face. Although it is covered in blood, it seems familiar somehow. It looks like someone he's seen before, though he isn't entirely sure. In any case, Jim experiences no issue in reaching the scene of the conflict. He can now get a better view of Carine, and he can see that, yes, a portion of her calf has been torn off.

In the meantime, Chelsea makes her way to shore in record time and scrambles out of the water. Immediately she notices something wrong. All her belongings are not where she left them. Her clothes, any identification, her phone, all of it is missing. The only thing she can see is her shoes, about 30 feet away from where she left them in the direction of the nearest parking lot. Even from where she stands, she can see that they've been tied together with twine or something of that sort.