Little Goat Mountain darling, don't be afraid I have loved you

Cassie climbed in, making himself comfortable -- as comfortable as one could in conditions like this -- and muttered an apology. She shrugged and moved in herself, pressing her back against his stomach and glancing at him. The longer they lay there, pressed against one another, the warmer she became. "It's alright," She spoke absently.

Silence engulfed them aside from the thundering of the rain and the rustling of the trees. Finally, she spoke again. "What if we don't get them back?" Her voice was laced in sudden fear.