"No jinxes," Annie agreed, smiling the tiniest bit as she looked around and gently tapped on a tree with her knuckles. There. Superstition fulfilled. "We'll figure it out, Diego. We have to. Even if we don't, someone will."

And until then, they'd...keep walking in circles while Annie prayed and came up with increasingly stupid plans.

(The backhoe was kind of an okay idea, maybe.)