Sam had found a stick on the ground and picked it up to defend himself with. Breathing hard, he wiped the sweat away from his forehead and tried to focus his vision. The island was normally pretty warm, but he seemed really, really hot right now.

"It's just you and me, stick," he mumbled to the piece of wood as he heard Iris approach. "And I hate to do this to you, but it's either you or me. FETCH!"

Sam threw the stick past the dog, but she didn't even slow down. Screaming, he turned and tried to climb up the tree.