Jill stood still and waited for Jack's marco. It sounded fait but she took one step in the direction she thought his voice was coming from. As she did so, she felt something cold brush against her hand and immediately froze. Her forehead broke out in sweat and she clenched the flashlight so hard she was surprised it hand't cracked yet under her death grip. Her breathing quickened as her heart rate skyrocketed. What...just...touched...her? She wasn't close enough to the edge of the path to have started towards the trees...or was she? And why did her hand still feel so cold? Reaching one hand slowly over to touch the other, her panic rose as she felt something cold and slimy on the back of her hand. Finally remembering it was her turn she called out "p-polo?" doing her best to raise her voice despite the fear gripping her heart.