Phoebe walked slowly over to where she had dropped her bag earlyer, from time to time looking back anxious, always expecting, that the Thing would come after her any second. But when this didn't happen, she began walking a bit faster, took her bag when she reached it and quickly walked over to some bushes behind which she could hide.
This she did, and sat there for a moment, breathing deeply, trying to get her head clear. But all this still didn't make any sense to her. Phoebe really considered just walking away, but somehow... This also did not feel right. SO she began changing her wet clothes agains the dry ones she had in her bag. She took her time, to see if the Thing really would not come after her.