"You're doing it wrong again!" Lizzie hissed, shoving at Gibsie’s chest when he attempted to help you and her erect your tent. "You're so bloody clueless."

"Do you see mine and Feely's pitched tent over there?" Gibsie bit out tightly, threading the pole through the fabric. "Looks a lot better than yours, doesn't it? Because I know what I'm doing, so get off my back!" "But the instructions say you're supposed to do it this way," Lizzie continued to argue, waving a sheet of paper in his face. "Would you just put that damn pole down and look at this! Come on, don't be thick and just look at the instructions!"

"Oh, yeah sure. No problem—" Grabbing the instructions out of her hands, Gibsie balled the paper up and threw it in the river. "That's what I think of your instructions." "Why did you do that?" Lizzie demanded, slapping his chest again. "I was trying to show you—“

"Because I can't fucking read them," he roared in her face. "And i don't need you to show me anything." "It was a picture," Lizzie screamed right back at him, getting in his face again. “I wasn’t mocking your learning disabilities.” "No, of course you weren't," he shot back with a sneer.

"Gibs, get away from the water —" Hughie started to call out, but his voice was drowned out by Lizzie's high-pitched scream. "You’re just like him!" Lizzie screamed and then shoved at Gibsie’s shoulder. "You know what he did to her!" Like a scene from a horror movie you watched as lizzie shoved Gibsie again, causing him to tumble over the edge of the bank.

The moment Gibsie fell into the water, all hell broke loose.