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After calling out a few times, Agnet realized that there was no one nearby, not even fireflies. So, she decided to conserve her energy and listen carefully: if she heard anything in the fog, she could then try to attract attention. There was another reason: Lang's voice was hoarse from lying on the cold, wet ground. Meanwhile, she began to ponder, and the thoughts were not the most pleasant. She thought about how foolishly they had split up, and she knew nothing about the others. Were they all right? Had they encountered the same danger? If so, how did it end? Or perhaps these nasty fireflies are not the worst thing in the forest? And the camp? Had the natives with that wooden thing attacked it? Agnet was angry at her powerlessness and ignorance, but for now, all she could do was wait.