"I'm not seeing spooky," I said. "Dark, yes, but what's spooky about it?" "What's spooky?" Sam muttered. Hayley pointed. "You can't tell me that isn't creepy." I followed her finger to see branches draped in elegant, pale-green Spanish moss. "That? Seriously? It's moss, Hayley, not an alien lifeform. We just escaped a helicopter crash and a death brush with something in the water. was scary. This is the forest. This is where we're going to find shelter and water." "Shelter? I don't want a damned cave, Maya. I want a house, and we're not going to find that in the middle of--" Daniel stepped between us. "All right. This isn't helping."