No timing, no rhythm, no order; everything in this goddamn forest did what it wanted, adhering to nothing but its own whims and desires. The wind blew where it willed, the trees rustled and swayed as they desired, and the water continued to flow despite friction's desperate attempts to stop it. There was no order, no peace - not like Port Hope, where Cameron could count the ticks in the air vents while oxygen was recycled, or calculate the time of day based on how many security guards walked by her cell, or estimate how many days it had been since the guy a few cells over had masturbated according to his composure around women.

The planet had a mind of its own, and Cameron could do nothing but admire the sheer beauty of it all. It was why she had turned to drugs so many years ago, why she still craved it despite being off of them for so long. Logic and process and numbers could only account for so much in her world before the irrationality of reality caught up to her and jumbled it all up, throwing everything she knew out the window and reminding her that she didn't really know all that much.

A voice pulled her from her thoughts; she looked to her side to see someone slumped down next to her, asking if she was alright. Cameron nodded, "I think I will be. I'm just... struggling to understand it all. There's no reason to a place like this, and it's wonderful." It occurred to her that her ramblings might not make sense to anyone that didn't have an all-access pass to the inner workings of her mind, but that wasn't a priority to her at the moment. Once she pulled herself together and came out of shock from the crash, she'd be a much more socially capable person. At the very least, she'd be able to hide behind the facade of the social butterfly she could so carefully create and reinforce at will.

The scream caught her off-guard, however. It pierced through the forest, causing everything to fall silent bar the wind rustling through the leaves and the water flowing through the earth. Cameron counted the seconds of silence in her head, the steadily ticking number rising in her head the only thing keeping her together.

As the shouts to run grew louder and louder, tears began to pour from Cameron's eyes. "Where do we run? We can't all stay on the ship and we don't know what's in this forest or where we could possibly go," Cameron whispered, tensing up on the forest floor as everybody began running away around her. "We have no plan and no resources, and unless someone pulls us all together, we're dead before nightfall."