Everyone ready to regroup?

Mike: Darlin', where are you?

Peter: Everyone, where are you? :O

Micky: Where's everyone else?

Davy: This is bloody weird. :P

(We open in the thick of the jungle. Micky has a knife he borrowed from the Lieutenant's store room that he uses to hack through the flora.)

Mike: Man, I wish all these trees would just get lost.

Micky: *hacks* Agreed, but this looks to be the only way to find the others.

Mike: (He puts his hand on his heart) We're near Em. Can't really tell how close, though. My head's still throbbin'. Wish we could ask that guy if he had some aspirin.

Micky: I doubt he has any.

Mike: I feel like we've been walkin' forever.

Lauren: I think we have been.

Mike: I guess it would be dumb to ask if anyone knew where we were goin'.

Micky: Not a clue.

Mike: (Sniffs) Man, this is drivin' me nuts. There's just so many smells around here, my nose is really going crazy.

Micky: *Hacks some more* I'd offer a clothes pin if I had one.

Lauren: *As Micky hacks through more brush; she leans against a tree* What's worse is that the greenery's getting thicker.

Mike: (Pushes aside a vine that seemed to grab at him) Yeah, and it's gettin' nasty, too.

Micky: *Grunting* Then I'll...uh...just have to...uh...work harder!

Lauren: *Sighs, pushing off from the tree* I still think we should've just followed the beach.

*Suddenly a large, long snake drops down from a branch of the tree Lauren was just leaning on and wraps around her. She screams.*

Mike: (Jumps back) Holy SHIT! Lauren!

Micky: *spins* LAUREN!

*The snake lifts her off the ground.*

Lauren: *screams* HELP!

Mike: Damn, that thing has to be a mile long! (He tries to grab at the snake, but it hisses at him, showing his fangs) Uh, sorry fella, but you can't have that nice lady for lunch.

Micky: *brandishes his knife* I'd suggested putting her DOWN, snake! :

*The snake hisses at Micky, tightening its grip on Lauren.*

Lauren: Ow! Guys, don't piss it off!

Mike: Shit. Got any ideas, Mick, that don't involve her bein' squeezed or poisoned or any of us bein' his next meal?

Micky: *growls* All I know is I'm about ready to make mincemeat out of that snake!

(The snake hisses, squeezing Lauren harder. He lashes at Micky, then Mike, but both are able to jump away from him.)

Lauren: *Winces* GUYS!

Mike: There has to be a way we can distract him. Damn, I wish we had Pete to read his aura!

Micky: The hell with distracting him! *Holds up his knife* That snake'll be in about a hundred pieces by the time I'm done!

Mike: Micky, careful! He might be poisonous, or try squeezin' you, too!

Micky: *fuming* I don't care! He's got Lauren!

Mike: (Just barely moves away from the snake's whipping tail) Micky...

*Micky yells, charging at the snake. He hacks the tail above Lauren, who drops to the ground, free. The snake, slowing down, still tries to reach around and bite at Micky, but Micky clunks the blunt end of the knife on the snake's head. The snake goes limp.*

Mike: (Eyes widen; stumbles back against a tree) Holy...shit....

*Lauren unwraps herself from the snake and slowly and carefully moves towards Micky, who's still shaking with anger.*

Lauren: *Quietly* Mick?

Micky: *Cries out; tosses the knife down away from everyone* Babe! *Wraps her in a hug* I'm so glad you're okay!

Mike: Mick...Lauren... (He goes to them, a bit shakily) You ok?

Lauren: *As they separate, though Micky keeps an arm around her* I am now.

Micky: *Sighs, running the back of his arm over his forehead* Man...

Mike: Micky...what you did...that was really, really amazin'. Just amazin'.

Micky: I did what I had to do. *pauses* Did I ever mention that I have a fear of snakes?

Mike: Micky...you really ARE a Savage.

Micky: I just wish I didn't have to prove it.

Lauren: Now that the excitement's over, maybe we can move on...and not find any more excitement.

Mike: (He and Micky help Lauren to her feet) Wish I'd been more of a help, lil' darlin'.

Lauren: No harm done, Mike. It's okay.

Mike: Yeah (sighs), but the Knight in me is mad he couldn't do more, just like the Savage in Mick went nuts when he saw you bein' hurt. :

Micky: But you're not feeling right, Mike. Don't worry about it.

Mike: (Nods) Yeah. (He puts his hands on his heart again...and frowns) Guys...I think we're close to them. Em's near-by.

Micky: Well, lets go find them.

Mike: I think they're... (He sniffs, then points to his right) That way.

Lauren: Lets go!

(He starts towards the foliage as we fade out. Cut to the other side of the foliage as Emma, Daphne, and Davy push their way through.)

Emma: (Her hand is on her heart, in much the same way as her husband) We're getting close to him. I can feel him. (Frowns) And he feels woozy and a bit overwhelmed, and... (raises an eyebrow) disappointed in himself?

Davy: That's strange. *Shrugs* Let’s keep moving. We're bound to run into him if he's near.

Emma: (Nods) I hope so. I know this isn't a big island, but this jungle seems to go on forever!

Daphne: Especially since it's so thick.

Emma: Yeah...awk! (She runs right into a huge flower with large, wide leaves) What in the....

*Another flower actually snaps at Davy.*

Davy: Yikes! The plants are actually attacking us!

Emma: Good lord almighty! (The plant pulls her towards the large flower in the center) Hey, I'm not lunch!

Daphne: EM!

Emma: Lemme go, you overgrown azalea! (She stomps and pulls at the flower, but to no avail)

Mike: EM! (Mike bursts into the area as "Writing Wrongs" begins, Micky and Lauren right behind him) We're comin', darlin'!

Emma: Watch out! (She finally bites the flower's leaf. It lets her go; she tries to run away from it)

(Two vines snake out to grab Micky and Lauren. Two more go after Davy and Daphne. Mike hacks at it with a piece of sharp fallen wood. Emma kicks them away.)

*Micky hacks at the vines with his knife. Lauren slaps them away.*

(Emma ties two of the vines in knots. She gives it a firm nod, then moves on to find her own sharp wood and help Mike.)

*Davy and Daphne kick and punch at the vines*

(Emma sees the vines reach for Mike. She cuts them away, attacking them with every bit of strength she has. Mike pulls away, grateful.)

(Mike chops at the vines when he sees them going after Micky. Emma goes after the vines that are attacking Lauren and Daphne.)

*Micky hacks away at the vines, but two come at him from behind. One wraps around his legs and the other around his upper body. He drops his knife.*

(Mike lunges for Micky's knife. He attacks the vines, slicing through them as best he can.)

*More vines replace the ones that Mike slices through.*

Mike: (Over the music) Guys, forget the vines! They'll just keep comin' at 'ya! Attack the center flower!

Emma: (Helping Lauren get a vine off Daphne) What?!

(Mike ducks around two vines grabbing at him, finally stumbling to the flower. He stabs the center as best he can. The vines shake and contract, loosening their hold on Micky and Daphne.)

Emma: Guys, it's working! Do it! (She stabs her sharp piece of wood at the flower)

Daphne: Thank goodness!

Micky: *Pushes the vines away* About time.

(Mike throws every ounce of strength he has into his last stab. The vines go straight for one second, then finally collapse as the music comes to an end. Mike stumbles back, the green-smeared hand holding his knife falling to his waist.)

Emma: Mike! (She immediately runs to his arms. He drops the knife and holds her)

Mike: Darlin'...thank god...

Emma: Oh honey... (They share a very, very long, passionate kiss)

*The other four all go "Awwww!"*

Emma: (As Mike continues to kiss her neck) Honey?

Mike: Yeah?

Emma: We have an audience.

Mike: (Pulls away, blushing) Oh, right.

Emma: (Turns to the others, blushing herself) Is everyone ok?

Micky: About as fine as possible.

Emma: Where have you all BEEN?

Mike: Here.

Emma: Where IS here?

Mike: Good question.

Micky: No idea.

Emma: We need to find a place to stay for the night, until we can find a way to get out of here...and we need to find a way to get out of here.

Micky: Uh, actually, we have a place.

Emma: Already? Gee, that was fast.

Micky: Well, we had some help.

Emma: (Thinks) You know, I SWEAR I heard gunshots earlier...

Mike: Uh, yeah, you did, darlin'.

Emma: I KNEW I was right! Who was it?

Micky: Our new friend.

Emma: He didn't sound very friendly to ME!

Mike: Some military nut.

Emma: Swell.

Lauren: He thinks Mick is a Captain, so he's actually been pretty nice to us.

Emma: He must really be crazy if he believes THAT.

Lauren: He's been on this island a long time. He'll probably believe anything.

Micky: Hey!

Emma: How dangerous would this guy be if he found out Micky's not a captain, we're not in the army, and Vietnam is over?

Micky: *Makes a face* Let’s not find out.

Mike: Yeah. As long as he gives us a place to stay for the night and a way to get outta here, he can believe what he wants to. (Rubs his head) God, my head hurts.

Emma: Mine does, too. You must still be feeling the effects of that concussion.

Lauren: Let’s head back. Perhaps Mick can finish working on that radio.

Micky: *smirks* I was sorta interrupted earlier.

Emma: There's a radio?

Mike: Yeah, or so they say. I never saw it.

Micky: *nods* Yes, there is. It isn't in the best of shop, that's why I started working on it.

Mike: Maybe we could give you a hand.

Emma: (Puts her hand on Mike's shoulder) Oh no, baby. You're not helping anyone. You're going to get some rest. (Looks at Micky) Are you sure this guy doesn't mind six people invading his turf?

Micky: He has LOTS of room. He's made a regular mini village.

Emma: Then I'm assuming he has food and medical supplies.

Lauren: Among other things.

Mike: Darlin', I'm fine... (But his knees are wobbly after his battle with the plant. He grabs hold of Emma) Sorry there.

Emma: Whoa! Baby, we have to get you to somewhere where you can lie down.

Micky: Come on. We'll lead you back to the Lieutenant's huts.

Mike: Yeah. (He wobbles onto Emma)

Emma: Micky or Daphne, please help me with him. (Makes a face) Baby, how much did you eat last night? You're getting heavy!

Mike: Good.

Micky: Here. *Takes Mike's other side, wincing a little as his ribs complain a little as he puts Mike's arm around his shoulders* Okay, here we go.

Mike: Thanks.

Emma: You're welcome, honey. Ok, let's head out. Don't forget Micky's dagger.

Lauren: I've got it. *Picks up the knife*

(The camera dissolves on the group as they head into the lush greenery of the island. The green of the trees and the dead meat-eating flower becomes the darker green of the Pacific Ocean as we cut back to the waters. Peter and Valerie, both in a speed boat and both wearing life jackets and warm clothes, ride out across the ocean.)

Peter: I'm glad my friend let me borrow this boat. (Makes a face) I only wish he'd given me more directions on how to drive it.

Valerie: *Sighs* I just hope we can find the others, if they're in as bad a way as you said they are.

Peter: (Nods) I know they're alive. I got...a read on them. It's just a matter of finding them.

Valerie: That's the part that has me worried.

Peter: They're somewhere in these islands around Baja California. (Frowns) That sudden storm must have really thrown them off-course.

Valerie: As long as we find them soon.

Peter: How are you feeling? Val, I know you wanted to help, but I really wish you'd stayed with the Coast Guard on their boat.

Valerie: I'm okay. I want to help you find them.

Peter: I know, Val, but if anything happens to our son...

Valerie: I'll be careful, Peter.

Peter: I just don't know what we're up against. (Closes his eyes) I know they're alive, Val. The kids knew they were alive. It's just a matter of figuring out WHERE.

Valerie: We'll find them.

Peter: We have to, for the kids' sake if nothing else. The way Katie looked at me when I told her Mike and Em were missing...

Valerie: ...Was heartbreaking, I know.

Peter: She knew. She knew they were alive...but couldn't get to them. She's so close to her parents, especially Mike. Robbie's too little to really understand, but Katie's so smart.

Valerie: And the twins, too...

Peter: (Nods) I'd never seen Little Mick cry before. Poor boy. Shelly hugged him so hard...

Valerie: He holds the closest bond with his daddy.

Peter: Lizzie just kept staring at me with those big Jones eyes of hers.

Valerie: Leah just pouted.

Peter: The kids...I don't know what will happen to them if we don't find the others. (Frowns) I don't know what I'D do. The guys are like my little brothers. Yes, Michael too.

Valerie: We WILL find them, Peter.

Peter: I sure hope so. (He points to what looks like a white sandy beach ahead of them) We might as well start searching the islands. I know they crashed here. We saw the remains of Mike's boat when we were with the Coast Guard.

Valerie: *nods* Which was not the most pleasant sight.

Peter: (Nods) Michael's not going to be happy when he finds out there's practically nothing left of his new toy.

Valerie: And I'm sure Emma will be happy to hear that.

Peter: (Nods) She wasn't crazy about him buying it in the first place. (Sighs) He just wanted to show off and BUY stuff. It's his poor childhood again.

Valerie: It clouds his better judgment.

Peter: That's why he has all those cars, too, other than being a car-a-holic. It's not because he NEEDS them. It's because he could never have them before.

Valerie: *points suddenly* Oh my...Peter, look ahead! It looks like there's someone in the water!

Peter: In February? You're kidding! This side of the Pacific isn't warm enough for swimming at this time of year!

Valerie: I'm not kidding. It looks like Micky!

Peter: Micky? (He whips around, taking a set of binoculars out of a bag in the boat)

*Indeed, it is Micky in the water. We see his bare upper body as he wades in the water, his back to them. He uses a rag as a face cloth, running it over his arms. He brings the rag around to his front and appears to pull it away quickly. He moves to using it on his neck instead.*

Peter: Maybe we'd better come up on him slowly. I don't want to scare him.

Valerie: *nods* Good idea.

(Peter pulls the boat alongside Micky, running it as slowly and quietly as he can without capsizing it.)

Peter: Micky?

*Micky jumps, landing fully under the water. He surfaces, sputtering.*

Micky: Peter! Val!

Peter: Micky, are you ok?

Micky: Uh, yeah, I'm alright. *Looks down at the few bruises on his chest* Well... *Pauses, giving them a look* How in the world did you guys find us so fast?

Peter: (Points to his head) I felt it...and so did your kids. We knew you were alive, so we got the Coast Guard to search for you. There's a larger cutter out now, looking for you guys. (Frowns) Your boat is totaled. If the kids hadn't been able to feel you, we would have thought...

Micky: Oh man. Of course, none of us have been well enough to use our powers, either. *frowns* How are the kids?

Peter: Scared and upset. They want their parents home.

Micky: The others are just beyond the beach a piece. We can go get them. *He doesn't move. His cheeks flush.*

Peter: Micky, what's wrong? (Sees Valerie staring at something on the beach) Oh. Um, Mick...

Micky: Uh, yeah. I wasn't expecting any company.

Peter: Yeah, well, we were, um, unexpected.

Valerie: *nods* Yes, we were. *Looks anywhere but in Micky's direction.*

Peter: Why don't we take the boat on the shore and, um, go find the others?

Valerie: Good idea, Peter.

Micky: Thank you.

(Peter starts the motor again and heads for the island as we fade out.)