It’s a chilly morning for early September, and I’m walking through the thick forest searching for food. I hear a rustle, and I follow the sound to find a small group of Neanderthals. They seem wary, but not hostile, and I raise my hands to show that I’m not a threat. After a moment, a young girl with short brownish hair and a shell necklace, standing a little behind one of the males, suddenly speaks up.