A listener note. Against the Odds uses dramatizations that are based on true events.

Some elements, including dialogue, may be invented, but everything is based on research.

Hully exhales. A long, shaky sigh of relief.

They survived the night.

It had been awful.

She'd slept with one eye open, stretched out on their makeshift log platform,

too scared of a predator attacking to relax, yet too exhausted to fully stay awake.

It's the morning of February 26, 1973, their eighth day trapped in a dead-end swamp.

Yesterday morning, they left their raft, the Pink Palace, and began swimming upstream,

each with a single log for support. They've made it farther than they ever managed

before. The channel here is wider, and the current stronger. A sign maybe that they're closing

in on the Madre de Dios River. For breakfast, Fitz sprinkles out the last of their food, half a teaspoon

of sugar each.

It melts on her tongue, a moment of sweetness gone too soon.

Holly eyes the horizon.

Gray clouds are rolling in.

We better start swimming.

They slip into the water, each holding onto a log.

Holly side strokes with her right arm, frog kicking with her legs. Each stroke is a struggle.

They're both already exhausted after swimming almost non-stop yesterday with no real food.

Holly, over there!

They spot a half-fallen tree lying low across the water, a place to rest.

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