"What the hell did you guys do with my blankets?" Oz demanded of his fellow hunters. The three other members in Oz's party looked at one another. Rather than explode into boisterous laughter, like Oz was expecting, they shook their heads. "We didn't have anything to do with your blanket," one of them said. "Damn the three of you!" Oz said. The lone female of the group spoke up. "Why would we take your dirty, holey blanket anyway?" "Dude, just chill out and get some sleep," the dark-haired young man said. Oz didn't respond. He kept on glaring at them. * * * * * * * * *