Shit! Signals completely gone. Just keep your eyes out for a red letterbox. You still got that map thing, right? The offline map. No, it’s just a windy graphic line. There’s no info. Yeah, use mine. No, your’s is exactly the same, babe. All right. Well, I guess we go old-school. The directions are on the email right? I can’t re-download the email now. Well, you didn’t print it out? Why? Cause women are terrible with directions? What? That’s not what I’m saying. That’s what you’re implying That’s ridiculous. Whatever. Okay, so what there’s just absolutely no difference in skill level or aptitude any given time? No, totally equal across all aspects of life. Oh, please you all believe that. Well, maybe I just don’t see it. Although, no, all right, you know what I’ll give you that. Females are better at certain things. There were some jobs that women are simply better enemy. All right, good answer. Thank you. Suppose men are better at some things too. Thank you. Like lifting heavy objects or prickling or something. Can’t really think of anything else. Yeah, like my job. Your job? Why your job? Oh no, I just be traditionally, men are most successful at architecture. Apparently our brains are better suited to that kind of work. Something to do spatial awareness, like hunting, I read. Hunting, you read? So you think that men’s ongoing success in a field that has been forever dominated by men comes down to hunting? Well, no. I mean hunting, have you ever gone hunting? Thomas, the hunter architect. I think, please, like I’ve seen you cut raw chicken wearing dishwashing gloves. Like you and the wilderness… Can you even chuck wood? Can you light a fire? There it is! Thomas, look out! God damn it. Shit. What do I got there? Dry martini without the martini glass, you want one? Uh, no, pass. Thomas. How you feeling? Like I’ve gotta leave. No, no, no. It’s okay. Do you remember what happened? You don’t understand. What happened to you? It tricked me. Wait, who? It tricked me into hurting somebody. Who tricked you? Just breathe, who tricked you? They’re gonna punish me. It’s okay. No one’s gonna punish you. Can you tell us who? I thought it was somebody else but then it switched to me and it knew me. And it knew how to trick me and then knew how to make me hurt someone. Please I have to leave. No, it’s just too cold. It’s, we’re too far away from anything. We’re just gonna have to take care of this in the morning. Whatever happened to you, it’s okay now. You’re fine now. You’re safe. We’re not gonna let anything happen to you. Okay. This is Thomas and I’m Christine. What’s your name? Vika. Vika. That’s a beautiful name. Thomas how about you make Vika some tea? Yeah. And I’ll run you a bath. Good idea. I’ll put the kettle on. Let’s get you in the tub. You must be freezing still. Where did this… The jacket? Hey. It’s fine. Keep it. Cheers. What happened to her you think? No idea. Bad trip, I hope. It’s just insane. Babbling, barefoot, barely legal beauty lost in the woods — just what I hoped for this weekend. Thought maybe it was part of the accommodation. Like an AirBnB invented these things. Regional kitchen, Wi-Fi, long-limbed trust fund party princess. Yeah. Well next time I’m clicking to male option. Oh fuck. Vika, the power just went out. It’s nothing to worry about, okay? I guess it’s old wiring or something. I don’t know. If I can find the fuse box or something. Yeah, you know what? Here. You got a light? Yeah, shine it over here for a sec. No, can’t see anything. I’m okay. Thomas! There!