"You know, you're quite a hero Wraith." Falcon told me as he sat up. I shook my head.

"I have a promise to keep." I responded, organizing all my materials. I grabbed my pickaxe, and stuck it on the side of my backpack. "We should head back. Voodoo and Psycho are probably looking for us." I got up, grabbing the SCAR from the ground, and started walking down a path.

"Wraith, wait."

I turned, and saw Falcon still sitting near the shack.

"Falcon, get up. We need t-"

"I know, Wraith. We need to go because Voodoo and Psycho are probably searching for the two of us, and they're probably getting worried sick that their little warriors are lost in the woods and that the big bad wolf might come and eat us!" He got up, and motioned for me to get next to him.

I started walking, putting the SCAR in my pack. "We don't have much time, Falcon. Whatever you're gonna do, make it quick."

"Okay, geez." Falcon said sarcastically, putting his hands up. "I just wanted to know if you remember this place." 

I stopped right in front of him, and frowned. "None of this looks familiar." I admitted, looking around for clues.

"Then look closer." Falcon responded.

He grabbed my waist, turning me around to face a tree. He then pointed to something on a branch. I squinted at a weird marking on the tree. 

"Go." Falcon urged.

I sighed, and walked to the branch. I looked closer. 

"It's a... W+F?" I answered, confused. A shadow came by me.

"Yep." Falcon replied, and started walking down the path. I started following him.

"Really? You literally show me that, and don't give me an explanation?"

"I thought you would remember something." Falcon said under his breath, clutching a shiny shotgun shell.

"What's with the shell?" I asked, looking at him. He looked right back.

"I used it a few years ago to carve that on the branch." 

He tossed me the shell. I caught it, and starting rolling it between my fingers. 

Then I remembered. 

A cute blonde boy was sitting next to a pretty black-haired girl on a bench. They sat hand-in-hand, staring at a shiny pistol. "Where'd you find it?" The blonde boy asked the girl. "In my dad's dresser." The girl responded. "I just don't understand why he would have a pistol." She looked closer at the pistol, inspecting every edge and angle. The boy smiled. "You're so cute when you do that." He said quietly. "When I do what?" The girl asked, scooting closer to the boy. "When you get so focused on something. It's adorable." The boy responded, his smile getting bigger. The girl blushed. Someone walked by them, and they both put their free hand on the gun, shielding it. The boy turned, and got up. He let go of the girl's hand. The girl looked up at him. "Where are you going?" She asked. "Follow me, and you'll see."