Darcel began to set up camp, as he waited for the others to catch up with him. He climbed into the small tent and began to close his eyes. As he slept he saw something, he saw someone. A woman in white walked up to him and put her hand on his cheek, in a soft comforting voice she whispered "You are such a handsome young man now, I wish I could still hold you in my arms my precious son." Darcel began to shake, the image disappeared , his mother had disappeared.