Suddenly I snap out of my train of thought.

“Morgan!” Jimmy cries out, “Morgan! I-I, it looks like someone’s down there and they aren’t moving!” His chubby finger juts towards the river.

“Wait w-what?” I stutter confusedly, my heart pounding almost as loud as the waterfall. I steel myself and grab Jimmy firmly by the arm, leading him back to the oak tree. “Okay, okay—Jimmy. I need you to stay here. I need you to be brave, okay? I am going to check out what it is, but you’re okay. You’re safe. I’ll be right back for you. I just need you to do one thing,” I ramble, unclipping the whistle on my backpack. I hand it to him. “Take this whistle and start blowing it. That will help the lieutenant find us.”

“Okay,” he whimpers, wiping a tear, his face blotchy and red.