“Face it Clint, we’re lost!” Kate shouted
“No, No. I recognize this tree.”
“Yes, Clint, because we’ve passed it Five Times!”
“What? No. Probably not”
Kate wordlessly pointed at the line five notches she’d left on the tree.
Clint stared at them for a second. “Aw, tree, no.” He looked utterly despondent for a couple of seconds staring at the tree, before it shifted to a look of appraisal.
“Clint, no.”
“Oh, come on Katie-Kate I’ll just get a hawk’s eye view. We could be out of here before you can say-”
“Still no.”
“Because, Clint, you are going to fall out of it. Then we’ll still be lost and I’ll have to haul your purple ass out of this forest by myself!”
“This is why we stay in the city. Hawkeyes are not suited to the outdoors.”
“No kidding!” Kate threw her arms up. “I didn't even want to come.”
Clint groaned and sat down. “Why don’t you just call your girlfriend?”
“Okay, one, America isn’t my girlfriend-”
“I never said America.” Clint sounded smug.
“I hate you.”
“I know.” “Seriously though, call her.”
“That would be against the spirit of the exercise” Kate replied, loftily.
Clint raised an eyebrow.
Kate deflated. “No cell service.”
“That’s it, we’re going to die here.”
Kate laughed. “If you die, can I have your stuff?”
Clint sputtered. “What? No. Still no. I don’t need to give you any more incentives to kill me!”
“That’s fair. . . .I’m taking the dog though.”
Clint scowled down at Lucky. “Traitor!”