When he fell, I was the first one to jump down and help him. He stood up, his eyes just got wide and big ... then he just fell.

He walked to me and he shook my hand.

It's like I wasn't in control of myself.

I got up and I was freaked out, so we started running. I was just paranoid and scared.

He tried to rip a stick out and fell. His legs were the last to hit.

I led my parents in the wrong direction ... because I didn't want us to be the one who found him, because then they'd know I'd (pause), then they'd be thinking then I knew exactly where he was.