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Denny just scowled at Andy, not appearing to believe that would be enough to keep them from just leaving him and Eloise for bear food.

"Go." Andy gave him a little shove toward the door.

"What about Eloise?" Denny asked.

"She'll be right behind you," Monica said.

"But you have the guns," Eloise pleaded.

"Go." Andy opened the bedroom door for Denny.

Downstairs, they heard the cracking of wood being split apart.

“Ohmigod, what is the bear doing?” Eloise shouted.

The woman would have gotten them all killed if they’d been actors in a B-grade horror movie.

Denny's face was filled with terror. He looked like he was ready to be torn apart by a vicious bear.

"If you care anything about your buddy, Wendell, get a move on." Andy was beyond fed up with this bunch.

Denny finally started to walk toward the stairs, glancing over the balcony, looking like he wished he were anywhere but here. Craig had destroyed the front door while they’d been in the bedroom.

"I told you we shouldn't have come here," Eloise said. "Not when you were already injured by the polar bear at the other cabin. Not that I believed it. But now I do."

"Shut up," Denny said.

"Keep your voices low," Andy warned, amused to playact about the seriousness of the situation. He was so glad his brother had shown up to come and help them out.

"I can't believe he would come here too," Denny said.

"He's hungry," Eloise said. "Idiot."

"Watch your mouth, or you'll get a fist in it," Denny said, which would be hard to do with his hands confined behind his back.

But it made the abuse charges that Helen had filed against him sound as though they had been real.

"Go down the stairs. Slowly," Andy said.

Denny started down them, but Andy waited with the others while they watched. He jerked his head back to look at them. "Hey, you can't make me go by myself. I can't check on Wendell with my hands cuffed behind my back."

Andy just wanted him to sweat a little. Not that he wasn't already. Denny was shaking so severely that he was barely descending the stairs.

"Go, Eloise," Monica said, right behind her.

"No. You can't make me." Eloise sat down on the top step and wouldn't move her butt.

"You are such a coward." Monica sounded exasperated.

If the bear had been all polar bear, Andy wouldn't have had any of them risk checking on Wendall until they saw the bear amble off.

Monica grabbed Eloise's arm and hauled her around Andy and down to where Denny was slowly descending the stairs, one snail step at a time.

"Wendell could die before we get down there," Monica said.

"Whose fault is that?" Denny asked. "If you hadn't broken into the cabin?—"

"Wendell came in alone and left the door wide open." Monica continued to struggle to take Eloise down the stairs. “We came in through the back door and shut it. The bear destroyed the front door.”