by Dick Claassen
They wrapped the being in their jackets, and, shivering themselves, they set off for their campsite. When they arrived, they laid the being back on the blankets and Helen watched it while Jake rebuilt the fire. Jake pressed the light on his watch: it was 4:30 in the morning. Dawn would be breaking soon. He didn’t know what they were going to do with this being, but he would think of something.