wish I was an arrow and could fly down the mountain.
A little way along, Lost Helicopter Creek joins a smaller one; together theyâre a fast, roaring river. At the top of a cliff the new river plunges, straight as a curtain, into a pool at the bottom. The spray shimmers rainbows in the sun; the pool looks as bubbly and foamy as Ameliaâs mumâs hot tub.
Itâs the secret cave waterfall.
I imagine another message to Jess and Amelia: Itâs okay: know where I am!
Ha ha. I am nowhere.
Because I know where I am, but itâs not where I Â wanted to be.
And I donât feel very okay. I still feel emptied out and hollow: the only thing inside me is a black pit of exhaustion that keeps squirming into sick. Iâve got to climb down that cliff to find the trail we took yesterday.
The rocks are smooth and slippery from the spray.
A raven croaks what sounds like a warning, but Iâm too busy to look: Iâm crawling backwards, feeling with my toes, clinging with my fingers. Halfway down theyâre all cramping so badly I have to stop. Thatâs when I look down.
The three bears are splashing in the spa pool below me.
Not fair, Bears! Couldnât you have got there while I Â was at the top? Not standing on tiptoe halfway down, stretched between two rocks like a basketballer reaching for a goal!
I donât know if I can climb back up again.
But Iâm not stupid enough to even think about going down. Mama Bear might decide to catch me instead of a fish.
The one thing for sure is that I canât stay here. My hands are cramping and my right legâs trembling. If I Â donât make up my mind soon Iâll land on top of them. Mama Bear might not think thatâs quite as funny as when Hansel and Gretel landed on top of me.
I slip down the next bit of cliff. Mama Bear stops splashing to watch.
One more slide, and I land on the Open Sesame! rock. I take a deep breath, shake out my crampy fingers, and sidle around the ledge to the secret cave.
Yesterday, looking at a waterfall from the inside out seemed as magical as Alice in Wonderland behind the mirror.
Today itâs so dark after the bright sun that I can hardly see, and itâs damp and clammy. Maybe thatâs why Iâm shaking so badly. Or because itâs safe.
âRemember how scared you were after the helicopter disappeared?â my brain asks. âAnd then you got over it so you could go on walking? Well, youâre not going anywhere till those bears leave, so itâs my turn now! Just so you know: you are petrified, terrified, scared out of your wits  â and very, very afraid.â
Plus youâre getting weirder , says Amelia. I agree.
âSo quit it!â I tell my body.
My bodyâs too busy shaking to listen. My knees dissolve into jelly, my legs fold like an accordion, and I collapse onto the floor in a quivery, shivery mess. My teeth are chattering as fast and loud as my heart, and Iâm so cold I can feel the hairs on my arms standing up straight in their goose pimples.
So pull up your hood and zip your jacket!
Thatâs a Mum voice, and sheâs right.
The shaking is slowing down, and Iâve stopped feeling like Iâm going to throw up. I wrap my arms around my quivery legs, stare out through the waterfall and try to feel as strong as my crocodile-hunter dad.
The strange thing is that even though itâs a fierce sort of waterfall, the more I stare through it the calmer I feel. Sometimes itâs good not being able to see. It feels like being tucked up in bed with the covers over my head, knowing everythingâs safe in the house around me. Maybe itâs just that the waterâs roaring too loudly to hear all those scary thoughts, but my mind is being washed as clean as a blackboard when the dayâs problems are wiped off for the night.
And Iâm rocking, floating in the darkness . . .
. . . flying through the forest on the back of