Calvin saw the eerie dilapidated sign and its strange foreground. He swept his gaze around him and discovered that he had been lying in some tall grasses and wheat. He crouched down, checked the area for any signs of Heisenberg, Ricardo, or the other passengers of the wagon but discovered nothing.
No one was around him.
He was alone.
The overcast skies gave everything a gloomy vibe to it. Something wasn't right about this place, Calvin could feel it, yet he couldn't point it out.
He didn't head for the Village of Tulog.
He turned around and started walking.
With a notebook in his hand, he started scribbling down. But it wasn't words, instead, he was drawing out a map. Every time he took a step forward, he would draw a small line. Eventually, he reached the location where he first started and the notebook now had a circle on its page.
