You lunge for the dagger but the ogre is faster. He sidesteps and you stumble forward. Your hand lands on a thick club, one that must have been at his side when he was sitting. As he laughes at you sprawled on the ground your hand grips the heavy handle and then you rise swinging it at his head. Suprisingly you make contact. The woman cringes as the blow smashes on his head. The ogre goes down but you suspect it wasn't fatal so you grab the woman's arm and pull her across the pasture as fast as she can waddle. It's not far to the next stone wall, another low one you could scale eaily but this watermelon-seed-swallowing woman needs a boost over. You glance over your shoulder as you boost her up and see the ogre righting himself.

You need to hurry so you both run across the road you would have been so relieved to find twenty minutes ago, and straight in to the forest. Together you walk deeper into the forest until your sure the ogre won't find you. Collapsing onto the forest floor you let out a sigh of relief. You've been walking for hours and the light in the forest is growing dim.

"I guess we'll camp here tonight," you tell the woman. She only shrugs and shakes her head. Oh yeah, she doesn't speak English,. You pantomime sleeping and lay your head back. There's no fire, no dinner, no sleeping bags but you're alive and exhuasted; the forest floor will suffice.

A bug tickles your neck and you brush it away. Then another. It feels like a whole line of them are crossing your neck. You brush at them again and they constrict. Then you realize it's a vine. You try to get your fingers underneath but it's already too tight. It's cutting into your neck, each breath is getting more difficult than the next. You fight harder, struggling against this constricting vine and wondering what sort of hellish place has man strangling plants. As you start to gasp you see she's holding both ends.

"Why?" you mouth but she doesn't lip read English any better. Instead she pulls the vine tighter and after another breathless moment you pass out.

In the words of a famous admiral, "It's a trap!"