Aimee Manson's friends have run off, leaving her lost in the woods. She tired and her feet hurt. Finding a rock, she pauses, removes her heels and massages her feet. Two minutes later, she's wandering off again & soon steps into the quicksand. More angry and annoyed than scared, she tries to pull her legs free, calling out to her friends. But as she sinks deeper, Aimee realizes she's in quicksand, and slowly sinking - the annoyance turns to worry. Her struggles don't help, nor do her cries for help. When she's shoulder deep, she manages to reach out and grab a nearby vine. However, the quic...

Aimee Manson's friends have run off, leaving her lost in the woods. She tired and her feet hurt. Finding a rock, she pauses, removes her heels and massages her feet. Two minutes later, she's wandering off again & soon steps into the quicksand. More angry and annoyed than scared, she tries to pull her legs free, calling out to her friends. But as she sinks deeper, Aimee realizes she's in quicksand, and slowly sinking - the annoyance turns to worry. Her struggles don't help, nor do her cries for help. When she's shoulder deep, she manages to reach out and grab a nearby vine. However, the quicksand does not want to give her up easily - Aimee struggles mightily, to slowly pull herself free of its grip. In the end, she wipes off the mud as best she can and heads off again to locate her friends.