It's like I wasn't in control of myself.

He walked to me and he shook my hand.

I got up and I was freaked out, so we started running. I was just paranoid and scared.

He tried to rip a stick out and fell. His legs were the last to hit.

I led my parents in the wrong direction ... because I didn't want us to be the one who found him, because then they'd know I'd (pause), then they'd be thinking then I knew exactly where he was.

When he fell, I was the first one to jump down and help him. He stood up, his eyes just got wide and big ... then he just fell.