5 a.m.
Jared Quinn woke the little lazy cat still in dreamland, unzipping the tent. Outside, half the sky was painted red as the red sunset rose.
Melody Thorne squinted her eyes, staring mesmerized into the distance.
Many viewers were glued to their computers, reluctant to shut it off even as the participants slept, watching the clear broadcast of several couples' situations.
Melody Thorne was enjoying both fish and the sunset.
The other couples, meanwhile, were sleeping in places swarming with dampness and mosquitoes, it was the difference between heaven and hell, truly unbearable to watch.
Jared Quinn was preparing breakfast; in the wild he was a magician, able to whip up anything. Seeing some fruits not far away, Melody Thorne walked over to pick a few.
A woman happened to come over.
Melody Thorne stared at her face, finding it familiar yet unable to recall where she had seen her before.
