Timothy sat next to Jeremy by the waterfall, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity with the boy. Jeremy hummed a beautiful tune, and Timothy became lost in thought. The reflection of the waterfall could be seen in his eyes; Timothy's mind was still trying to comprehend the fact that his soul had traversed to another realm. He had dreamt of the silver-black wolf before, but this time it was more than a dream. "What type of connection do I have with Sidgar?" he thought.
On the side, Jeremy had stopped his humming and was now staring at Timothy with amusement. Timothy sighed and shook his head, realizing that Jeremy had ceased his humming. He turned to face Jeremy, seeing Jeremy stare at him with amusement, and asked, "What?" Jeremy giggled and shook his head, "Nothing, nothing. Tell me, Timothy, what is it like living in a city?"
Jeremy's eyes held curiosity and a slight expectation. Timothy was a bit taken aback by his question, but then he understood where it came from, since Jeremy had shared with him his life story. He remained quiet for a while, thinking of where to start. Timothy was not the ideal person to share this information with Jeremy, because to him, life in the city was hell. But since he could see how eager Jeremy was to learn of the city, he decided to remind himself of the good side of the city and began explaining to Jeremy.
Jeremy's eyes were wide as saucers with both shock and amazement; he couldn't believe the words coming out of Timothy's mouth - parks where children played and people relaxed, restaurants where they went and ate. To Jeremy, this was all stuff from a dream; he longed for it. By the time Timothy finished, he was brimming with questions: "So do you always eat at these restaurants? Oh, oh, do you play at the park very often? What's a girlfriend?"
Timothy raised a brow at Jeremy's questions; currently, the latter was behaving like a child, whereas he seemed to be a few years older than Timothy. "Yes, I do; no, not anymore. A girlfriend is like your..." Timothy looked around, not knowing how to explain the concept to Jeremy, but luckily, on the other side of the waterfall, they were two deer, a male and a female, walking together. "Do you see those two deer over there?" Timothy pointed towards the animals. Jeremy looked over and nodded, "Yeah, Felicia and Antwan. What about them?" Jeremy asked with an innocent smile.
"They are mates, aren't they?" Timothy asked for approval. Jeremy nodded proudly, "Yes, they are, mated the previous season." He explained. Timothy gave a certified smile before answering, "Then that means Felicia is Antwan's girlfriend." Jeremy nodded slowly in understanding, "I see."
Before they could talk any further, the door creaked open. Turning their heads, they saw Josh standing at the front with his left hand massaging his temples. "Josh - Um, Mr. Belling, you are awake? I'm glad; I was getting worried." Timothy spoke with a smile. Jeremy glanced at Josh briefly before looking away. Josh gave half a smile to Timothy and looked up,
Noting the sun above; he figured that he had been out for a day at least, but he still had to confirm that.
"Tell me, Moirai, how long was I out for?" He asked Timothy, but his gaze was on Jeremy. Timothy answered quickly, "A day; Mahome'i and I decided to let you sleep because we were afraid that touching you might cause problems." Timothy rubbed the back of his neck embarrassingly. Josh's right eye twitched a bit; he had found the culprits behind his strange sleeping position. Timothy dared not face Josh, knowing he might reprimand him for leaving him in that manner. "Well, it was mostly Mahome'i's idea, see." He lied with an embarrassed smile on his face.
Josh shook his head at a loss for words. "Where is she, anyway? I need to talk to the both of you." He asked in a neutral voice. Timothy pointed at the water at the plunge pool. Josh followed Timothy's finger, and after a short while, Josh called out, "Mahome'i." After a moment, bubbles appeared on the water's surface, and a small figure emerged, her red eyes glowing slightly
Later,away from the hut, Timothy and Mahome'i sat on the ground, observing Josh, who was pacing back and forth with a cigarette in hand. It was the first time Timothy had seen Josh smoking. Josh mumbled something as he paced, and Mahome'i, who could not bear it anymore, finally asked, "What's going on, Josh?What's wrong?" The question seemed to jolt Josh back to his senses, and he turned to look at them with a slight frown on his face. "Good question, Mahome'i. What's wrong? Don't you see it? Something is wrong, and what? I do not know yet, but I can feel it. This place feels wrong." Josh appeared as though he had lost his mind.
Timothy observed quietly, he could not feel anything wrong with this place, and so did Mahome'i. So Josh's paranoia seemed unfounded in their eyes.Josh finally stopped pacing and discarded his cigarette before telling them to be more observant of their surroundings since this was their last day before they could resume their journey.
After they had left, a shadow appeared right where Josh was standing and bent down to pick up the cigarette Josh had discarded. The figure stared at the discarded cigarette for a while before crushing it and vanishing with the wind.