Vincent pov
The journey home has been long. Too long. It's true it has been many years since I last came home, but my senses have let me down. I suppose when you neglect a part of you for as long as I have, it only makes sense. The trees are thick and each turn seemed wrong as if I was walking around in circles, like being on a carousel. It gives you the sense you are moving, but that is an illusion, as once the ride stops you are right back to where you started. It shouldn't be this difficult. "I know the gateway is around here somewhere!" I let out a scream in frustration. There was no sign of Sara anywhere. I've looked and looked, but after a month out here, it would be hopeless, she would never have survived. I was born around the earth and I am struggling to find my way. There is no
