He thought back to the sight of the town of Oak from a distance. It wasn't Hargeon, that was for sure. And he remembered seeing the fork in the road that was to come. The woods blocked his view of the path, but he felt like he should be coming up on it soon. The air was crips and cool. The woods were relaxing as always. A smirk broke his face. This is what he wanted life to be about. This feeling. At peace. Away from his thoughts.
Then his thoughts resurfaced at the thought of finally being at peace and the smirk vanished as quickly as it had come. He was alone. Life had taken so much from him. When would it give something back. "It will get better soon!" was just a fantasy he got sick of hearing. As he rounded the bend, he saw the fork. Finally, he was getting close. This put a spring in his stride until he heard another set of footsteps. The air seemed a bit more chilled than he was used to. And the gravity seemed off... were their... two people coming from different angles? He stopped at the fork and waited. This felt odd....