Tweek's fireworks stash and Marco's alcohol have caught fire and exploded. There are flames, sparks, smoke, burning tents, and screaming cheerleaders everywhere. If this doesn't get Elly's attention then nothing will!
The groop begins to walk again. Stamping through the thicket they realize that they are not just taking a walk. In secret each of them wants to find Elly's hut. Not knowing they are dued they continiue walking...
The path before them, at first wide and clear, narrows as the group moves forward. Tweek tries to make mental notes about the landmarks they pass, but after a while it all starts looking the same. Trees and trees and rocks and more trees. The sun has settled onto the horizon when they make camp -- a small clearing underneath two massive oaks. The wooden giants look like they have been here for centuries.
There is no campfire tonight, as nobody bothered to collect wood after the tents were put up. Tweek received the stink eye from several members of the group -- those whose tents had been burned up the previous night. He shrugs it off and lies back in a pile of leaves to look at the stars and listen to the sounds of the forest.
Marco whose tent burnt down last night has to sleep outside. Since there is no campfire this night Marco begins to freeze. He stands up and trys to warm himself by walking around the campplace. After a time he sits down against a tree. Listening Tweek's snoring he begins to fall asleep. Suddenly he wakes up again. All noises have gone, even Tweak's snoring. It's not a normal silence. It's a burdensome silence.Even the animals have gone silent. Like it was time for someone to come, who the animals respected or were afraid of. Marco stands up. He looks around the woods. Then suddenly a flame bursts in a not too far distance. Marco doesn't know why, but he knows he has to keep silent. He goes to Tweak who seems still to be asleep.
Tweek's eyes pop open at Marco's voice and he finds that he cannot move. His limbs are heavy as if a great weight is pressing them back onto the ground. He tries to speak but cannot find his voice. The woods are dead silent except for the sound of distant footsteps drawing near and the crackle of something burning nearby.
Still paralyzed, Tweek manages to turn his head enough to see the huge pillar of flame in the center of the campsite. The fire roars as if fed by a powerful bellows, yet the winds in the woods are dead calm. There is a human figure standing behind the fire. He cannot make out any details except one.
The figure's eyes are black as midnight and seem to stare directly into his own. Tweek would scream if he could, but instead all he can do is stare back in horror.
It is an old woman. Her face, weathered and wrinkled, is twisted into a snarl of anger and hate; her black eyes reflect nothing but icy malevolence. The witch looks first at Tweek, then at Marco. She then glides forward and speaks these words: