Hey, listen, we’re hiking back later today, so make sure you got all your stuff packed. SAM I think I got everything. My socks, my sleeping bag, my headlamp, my… (gasps) MY BOOK! He runs off. EXT. FALLEN LOG Sam jumps over the CREEK, which SHRUNK overnight. A shot of the LOG. FOOTSTEPS. PAN UP. Enter Sam. He looks around for his book, peeks in the LOG, and screams. Inside, a corner of his comic book peeks out of a BUNDLE OF DADDY LONGLEGS. SAM Oh my gosh! Bruno! He looks for Bruno, but is far from camp. He holds his head in his hands, distressed noises pouring from him as he figures out what to do. He breathes in shakily. Looks determinedly back at the log. SAM Okay, okay… He sucks in air through his teeth as he begins to reach out a trembling hand. He cries out again and snatches it back. SAM Ugh, ew! He tries again, straining, sweating. SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC plays. Finally he dives both hands in. A couple of the longlegs stumble out, but otherwise nothing happens.