Paul's heart pounded. Around him everything was very very quiet. "I'll wait until hear someone snoring. Then I'll know God is answering my prayer," Paul decided, and he lay down again.

But no one snored. Paul lay still, listening, waiting. Seconds went by. The guard came and shone his light on him. Paul went cold with fear. The guard turned and walked away.

Right then Paul felt as if God nudged him saying, "Go! As soon as you get your feet out of this mosquito net, I'll do my part!"

Paul wadded up his clothes and bag and spread his blanket over it in the dark. "I hope it looks like me!" he thought. In a flash Paul was out from under the mosquito net.

Carefully, and oh so quietly, Paul took one step at a time toward the path to the airplane.

Just as he got to the last shelter of the camp, a branch broke under his foot. Crack! Oh no! Paul froze.