The morning sun dwindled over the park as Alton was still lost and confused. "Where am I?"
"Seriously? You must have had one hell of a dream. You're home stupid. Sunset Peak."
"Oh, yeah. Of course." He mumbled back.
Sam rolls her eyes sitting next to him. "Are you sure you're alright, Alt? You looked troubled."
Holding his head, Alton shrugs his shoulders. "I don't remember. I think I'll be fine, though."
"Well, that's good to hear." She mocks, punching his shoulder. "Come on, Destiny and Marco are waiting for us."
"Destiny… Marco?"
Sam turns her head, staring Alton uneasily. "Is there something wrong?"
"No… No, lead the way, Sam."
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