"I only got a brief glimpse," Debs said, referring to the orang pendek, a humanoid creature best described as the Sumatran Sasquatch. "Three or four seconds at most. But I thought I'd hit the jackpot -- that I was going to get my picture on the cover of Time." You never know what to expect after 20 years, whether a person you knew will be the same, whether you'll even recognize her. But Debbie Martyr had passed through the decades and through her lengthy adventure in Sumatra's jungle essentially unchanged. Here was the same Debs I had shared a house with in London in the late '80s -- eccentric, resourceful and refreshingly unjaded. She met us in front of her house, a wooden bungalow on the outskirts of a town called Sungai Penuh, a drowsy little hive of humanity in the middle of Kerinci-Seblat National Park, Sumatra's largest nature reserve, located in a long earthquake-carved basin surrounded by a crown of seven volcanoes.