I see the pavilion in the center of a compound cut into the hart of the jungle. People are running, I hear their anxious voices. Father is calling us . . . Father's voice is filled with emotion. He's shouting over the loudspeakers, broadcasting through the camp.
Danger is near.
Quickly, wake up. We must get to the safety of the pavilion. We must make it to the safety of the Pavilion. I sit up, slightly disoriented, awakened from a heavy and abysmally dreamless sleep. Jumping down from the bunk, I grope about on the wooden planks, unable to find my boots.