The idea was fourteen days of peace and tranquility. Fourteen days of beautiful, high mountain lakes and, according to his friend Dick, fourteen days of awesome fishing. What he got was half a day, including the hike in, before he discovered two women in serious trouble, men trying to kill him, his medication destroyed, and the return of a sixteen year old illness. He was hearing voices again. Now, one day was what he needed. Not even that long, really. He needed to keep it together just long enough to get the women, and himself, back up the trail he had hiked in on. To call for help. And he would have to do it in the dark, without getting caught or killed by the two men stalking the women.