Isaac Lewis

We had another night where we all were so spread out.

Everyone was just basically on their own, totally isolated.

Then the next morning, Emma started talking to me.

I forget if she came from ahead or behind, but once she started talking, she just wouldn't stop.

It was this monologue that went on and on and on all about her life, her paranoia.

And it probably wasn't even half of what they found out about her later, all the stuff about the restraining orders and the homelessness and the faking being a student at college.

I remember her telling me the whole story of how she was abducted once by some kind of alien presence.

I remember her talking about the carnival she went to, and out of the shadows came... something...

And she was in support group after support group to deal with it because she thought she'd lost entire weeks after she was taken by that force.

I mean, you can't imagine someone talking that much.

All about God knows what.

It was, um... Aliens are living in the woods and they look like tree stumps.

But no one can see them except her.

It was... There are people she knows who glimpsed Satan in the sky and had their minds destroyed and they're living in asylums in Greece.

I got away from her finally.

She was poison.

I realized at some point that I hadn't been able to identify two things on the landscape which were different from hour to hour, and I couldn't identify two conscious thoughts I had.

I literally did not remember what I'd even been thinking about five minutes before.

If you asked me as I lay there in my tent how long it felt like I walked that day, I would have said, well, frankly, maybe five miles or maybe 500.

I didn't know.