The trail felt never ending, and the heat from the sun in the midday sky was unforgiving. I had packed as light as I could. Even the bugs weren’t wanting to come out and pester us. The ground was dehydrated and the gravel, sticks and other debris crunched under each heavy footstep. Our tour guide didn’t say much, but they were more for making sure no one got lost in the wilderness than actually describing what we could all clearly see. The trail continued up the mountainside, trees and jagged rocks were all you could see for what possibly seemed like eternity. “Let’s take a break here; and wait for those who are due to be heading back down shortly to pass us; the path gets a little thin from here on out” the tour guide told us with a conviction that could have made a jury quiver. I found a flat topped rock, probably eroded from the undoubtedly heavy rains this part of the world got, and sat down, taking my rucksack off and setting it on the ground by my feet. My back and shoulders murmured with relief. I took out my water bottle and took a few swigs, the cold water rushed down my throat and cleansed it of the dry dust that had coated it on the walk up here. This was a vacation, and honestly I was glad of the fresh pace of life. Trekking through the mountainous jungles of Peru seemed like a fantastic way to get away from the depressing hustle and bustle of London. Home seemed so far away now; and it was cathartic. My thoughts wandered as the sun continued its reign of heat onto us all, some people looked as though they were almost ready for a nap, and honestly, a short nap sounded lovely right now. I hadn’t realised how tired I was until we’d stopped. My thoughts of the cool, yet cosy, hotel room were abruptly interrupted by the sound of walkers headed right for us. I stood up and readjusted my rucksack, stowing my water bottle in the mesh holder that kept it from soaking the contents of my pack. “Please ensure you stay in your own groups, it is imperative for your own safety” the leader of the group headed towards us said. I was shocked, because this far away from home I had not expected to hear a thick London accent to appear from the woman that stood at the front of her walking group. I blinked and looked again. I even shook my head slightly in disbelief, there was no possible way to be seeing what, or rather who, I was seeing. I had to find out, but I couldn’t right now, so I headed to my group leader and lied that my head was hurting and I thought it best to head back with the other leader as I was prone to migraines. My leader spoke to the other and they agreed, much to my surprise. So I headed back down the trail with the new group, and stood close to the group leader, trying to figure out what to say. I needed to find out if I was seeing things or whether I’d found a literal ghost. “Excuse me, how long do you think it’ll take for us to get back to the village?” I asked the guide. “Approximately 1 hour, in which a bus will arrive to take you back to the city, assuming you are staying in the city.” She replied in an informative tone. “That’s great, and yeah, I am staying in the city.. what about you, do you live in the village?” I asked, hoping she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable at my question. “I don’t stay in the village here, no, but one close by.” She replied a little wary by the sound of her voice. “You’re from London originally?” I asked, once again, hoping that she’d not recoil in disgust at my audacity. “A long time ago.” She abruptly responded. I just nodded in response and fell silent. I thought about the possibility, of them looking identical; and yet, it was illogical. Jenny had been missing for 15 years, the police had ruled her dead... and yet, if my feelings were right, she was stood here healthier than any of them. I kept my musings to myself for the rest of the walk, and as the village appeared on the horizon, I knew my chances were beginning to slim; and I just had to find out. “Jenny?” I said, just above a whisper. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me wide eyed. “Shut up.” She growled in a hash, low whisper. I looked at her and understood, no one knew who she really was. Her name tag said “Caroline” but yet, I hadn’t even noticed that until just now. Perhaps if I had, I’d have said nothing more about it and thought it a mere coincidence. I said nothing more to her, until we reached the village and all the other walkers had split off to buy their tacky souvenirs. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset or startle you...” I began. “Who even are you?” She questioned me, her eyes staring at me as though trying to decipher a code that would unlock all of her answers. “It’s me, Hanna” I responded with a smile, hoping she’d recognise. We’d been best friends in college; that was until she went missing and disappeared without a single trace. She looked at me quizzically as though there was no way she believed me and then a smirk on her face emerged. “Go figure it’d be you.” She responded as she ran a hand through her short cropped hair. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Hanna-Bannana, would be the one to find me. Took you long enough like” she responded as though it was all a massive game of hide and seek.