Fiona and Horace left to gather firewood.

"How are we supposed to carry all of these?" Millard asked. Jane thought a moment.

"First, we've all got to share the trunks," Jane said slowly, "to make it easier. Except Evelyn. I'll explain in a bit. Another thing. Guys with guys, girls with girls, due to clothing differences."

Everyone nodded solemnly, and set out to repack accordingly.

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Ten or so minutes later, the trunks were repacked. Bronwyn and Emma shared a trunk, while Olive and Claire did as well. Enoch and Horace were, (Enoch would tell him later,) as well as Jacob and Millard. (Jacob had very little he wanted to bring along, so it was very useful.) Hugh and Victor had shoved their belongings in together. Jane shared with Fiona, who hadn't come back yet, while Evelyn had her own.

"Alright. Now, I want Evelyn to put everyone's trunks into hers." Jane looked at Evelyn. "Can you do that?"
"She can't! How on Earth-" Enoch shouted, but was cut off when determined Evelyn grabbed his suitcase and shoved it into hers easily.
"I forgot to tell you," Jane said, grinning, "Evelyn can manipulate space." Enoch sat, his eyes large.

Horace and Fiona appeared on the horizon, breathless.
"We couldn't find any wood." said Horace.
"Did you try the forest?!" asks Emma, pointing to the area where Bronwyn and Olive had been ten minutes earlier.
"Too forbidding." Jane replied, already in the know. She had been using her secondary talent to use as of late.
"Point is, there's wights, so we've got to bounce. I mean, go. NOW!" Jane shouted, and they took off for the boats.

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Jane focused all of her energy on the boat, dragging it.
"Our tracks!" Millard shouted.
"Shoot, you're right!" Jane replied, and followed him to erase them.
"Jane? You're visible, therefore cannot-" Horace said. Jane arched an eyebrow and transformed into a phoenix, flying after the invisible boy. She flapped her wings, and helped greatly to get rid of the marks made in the sand. She landed on his shoulder, like a hawk it's owner. He shivered.
"Honestly, Jane. I'm fine." he said absentmindedly as Jane squawked at him, urgent.
As they neared the rest of the group, Jane the phoenix dove for her clothes and was dressed within an second, holding out Millard's overcoat to the owner in question.
"Here you are, Mill." she said, and the empty space took it.

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They waited in the cave.
It was the most nerve-wrenching thing Jane had ever experienced. She paced the cave until she thought she heard a loud noise, which caused her to jump and sit down next to Millard. He instinctively and absently put his arm around her, and Jane was glad. Emma leaned her shoulder onto Jacob's. The littlest ones- and Evelyn- huddled into Bronwyn, who didn't faze at all when a new, older addition clambered next to her, whimpering slightly.
"Tell us a story, Wyn. I'm scared and don't like this at all and I think I want to hear a story instead." Claire mumbled into Bronwyn's jacket.
"Yes, would you tell one?" Olive pleaded. "A story from the Tales, please. They're my favorite."
"Now is not the time for stories, my little magpies."
"Why, certainly it is!" Enoch said with sing-songy sarcasm which caused Evelyn's blood to boil. "But skip the tales for once and tell us about how Miss Peregrine's wards found their way to safety without her, food, and weren't eaten by a hollowgast along the way! I'm ever so keen as to learn how that story ends!"
"Enoch," Evelyn breathed, sitting up, looking infuriated with him. "Shut the hell up." her eyes flamed as she said this. "Would you like me to show everyone the contents of your trunk? Because I can!" she made a move towards the trunk laying on the floor.
"No," he said quickly. Jane wondered what could be in there?
There was a silence, and then Jane slow-clapped, and she wordlessly handed Evelyn a twenty.
"How are we going to get Miss P back?" asked Olive.
"I'll tell you how. We'll walk." Emma replied with conviction.
"What if there's no town for fifty kilometers?"
"We'll walk for fifty-one!" Emma exclaimed.
"And if wights should spot us from the air?" said Hugh.
"They won't. We'll be careful."
"And if they're waiting for us?" asked Horace timidly. He was not feeling brave today.
"We'll pretend to be normal. We'll pass."
"I was never much good at that." Millard chuckled. Jane squeezed his hand.
"You won't be seen at all, Mill. You'll be our advance scout, and our secret procure of necessary items."
"I am quite the talented thief." He said with a hint of pride in his voice. Jane elbowed him, but smiled.
"And then?" Enoch muttered sourly.
"Maybe we'll have food and shelter, but we'll still be out in the open, exposed, loopless-"
"I'm sitting. Right. Here. I can make loops, y'know. And we'll get the bird, bird willing. Pun-"
"Not another one," Jacob groaned.
"-intended. And mark my words, even if it kills me, I'll get her back. Not only as your friend, but also as an ymbre."
There was a silence. Jane felt the embers inside her stirring. 

Hope.