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With Ana home getting some rest, Juliet has taken it upon herself to do another sweep of the surrounding jungle for Neil. She hates the thought of her friend laying in some hole somewhere, hurt and alone. And she's hurting for Ana.
She's been out here for hours and nothing has come up. No tracks, no sign of Neil anywhere. She's beyond frustrated at this point. And hell, she was angry. Angry at this damn Island - though, what else is new?
She stops to take a drink of water from her canteen when a sudden spurt of rage bubbles inside her, hot and angry and insistent. She suddenly hurls the canteen away from her with a grunt, water splashing out everywhere. Picking up the largest stick she can find, she slams it over and over again into the trunk of the nearest tree. It finally gives way with an almighty crack and splinters. The force of the break sends shooting pains up her hands, but it only makes her angrier. She lets out something akin to an angry scream and then stands there, panting for breath as her voice echoes through the jungle.
She sits on the ground and curls up, burying her face in her knees.