I woke up while I was being dragged up the tunnel. I was at a slight angle and everyone at the top was pulling the rope up. Finally I reemerged from the tunnel and collapsed on the floor when I flopped over the edge of the opening. A wave of nostalgia washed over me as my eyes adjusted to the room and I thought back to when me and Frederick were first in here. This time it was dark and quiet though. The door was shut.
 "We're gonna have to wait in here until the robot is ready to go out picking again!" whined Frederick.
 "What?" the guys all asked in unison.
 Frederick explained our first adventure, and finished by saying: " . . . and he should probably be in here somewhere . . ." he began groping around in the dark until his hand touched the metal. "Ah! Found it!" he cried.
 I sat down and rested my head, which was throbbing as the blood pounded through it. I fell backwards with a jolt as my head rest gave way. I'd been leaning on the door. My body was half on one side of the electric field, half on the other, and my body began twitching around as I tried desperately to get outside. Frederick jumped through the force field and pulled me along with him. I lay on the other side, my eyes were stuck open. I felt like a fried egg. Frederick kneeled down beside me and stroked my cheek.
 "Andrea?" he asked.
 "You know, this just isn't turning out to be my week." I croaked. I swear I saw smoke coming out of my mouth.
 Frederick laughed quietly and motioned for the other guys to follow. They were hesitant after seeing me pass through it but since Frederick was unharmed their feeble minds figured it must be a guy thing. When Stephanie jumped through, they muttered: "Huh, she's more manly than any of us anyway!"
 Once we were all safe on the other side our attention was focused once again on the rubber ducky. If my memory was correct, which it usually isn't, the duck should still be wedged in the tree branch. That is, if the weather hadn't shaken it out or someone hadn't found it. Even though that area didn't seem like the kind of place that saw much change in climate or that was visited often, it was still a possibility.
 We walked over to the tree and Fred climbed up.
 "See anything?" I called.
 "Nope!" he replied. "Are you sure this is the right branch?"
 "Hmm, maybe you'd better climb higher!" I shouted back.
 Frederick climbed the tree, examining each branch on the way up. With every metre he ascended, our spirits became less and less hopeful.
 "Andrea!" he called, "It's not up here! I'm sorry, I don't know what could have happen - yyyyaaaaa!" Frederick cried as he lost his footing and began falling down the tree. I ran underneath him to try and cushion the fall, but it was unnecessary. He had managed to grab on to a hole in the tree. He was hanging by one hand, with only four fingers inside the hole. He hung there for a moment, then started laughing hysterically. His grip loosened and he fell the short distance to the ground.
 "What was that all about?" Alex asked him.
 "There's a squirrel or something in there!"
 "You don't think . . ." Stephanie began.
 "He could have taken it!" we shouted.
 This time I climbed the tree, and upon reaching the hole, I took my footing and checked out the inside of the hole. Sure enough the duck was sitting right there, along with some berries and a few nuts. The squirrel was no where to be seen, Frederick had scared it off. I reached in, grabbed the duck, and dropped to the ground.