"I'm fine," Jill said, "It isn't mine... Back when we were outside, something brushed against me," she explained, shivering at the memory. "What do you think it was?" she asked. And then almost as if she didn't want to hear the answer kept on talking. "This place is creepy..." she said quietly, "We should be at home in bed already," she added sadly. The stress and fear of their extended night were obviously getting to her.