She unpacked and packed her beaded bag. Then she began returning her campsite to the pristine condition she discovered it in. Anything to keep her thoughts from wandering. She hated the fleeting thoughts of where were they? Were they safe? What were they doing besides shagging each other rotten? Had they focused on the mission at all? Did they ever think of her, miss her, worry about what happened to her? Did anyone? Cynically she considered the answer to all those questions to be no. Everybody always wanted something from her, and it was never going to be companionship or affection. She learned the lesson, now she could try and keep it from falling for it again, or at least call people on it. Well, at least she hoped she could.