It was hard to send a message in a bottle when you didn't even have the bottle.
Harry sighed as he put the folded bit of paper into the stream, hoping it would be carried to someone who would find him. Someone with better navigational skills than he had anyway. He couldn't even write his location, because he hadn't the slightest Goddamn idea where he was. GPS didn't do a hell of a lot of good with a dead phone, and if he hadn't slipped down that muddy slope...
He rested along the stream's edge and looked up at the trees. Their evergreen canopy blocked out the sun. His leg laid at an odd angle that he didn't dare touch. He'd barely dragged himself to the stream without passing out from the pain. Covered with leaves, he shivered and wished he could see the sky just once more before he closed his eyes.