Perched high among the branches, you catch a glimpse through the canopy—the evac pad, a bright patch of hope glinting in the sun. But just below, nestled against the base of a rocky ridge, something else catches your eye: a metal hatch, nearly swallowed by moss and vine. You don’t hesitate. You swing down, branches whipping past, and land hard beside the hatch. The air here is cooler, quieter, like the jungle is holding its breath. 

What do you do?