Even though the sunlight could not have penetrated this far into the woodland, Mark was perspiring. Maybe he should go back and get others to help. But what if he was too late? He wished he knew exactly what to do. He wished Diane would tell him what to do.
An idea came to him. Nothing brilliant, but it was a sensible thing to do and worth a try.
Taking a deep breath, Mark gave Diane’s waxy cheek a slap.
He winced to himself. He hadn’t intended to make it that hard.