Three hours later
We are walking in the woods making sure that we stay out of the site or smell, if by the chance that there would be wolves. Knowing the ins and outs of this forest was a plus. It is where I grew up. My uncle used to take me into it, making my train, speed, and jumping on and off tree branches. He always said that no one knew when training would come in handy, so be prepared. Getting to the border, she stops. She places her pouch down and looks up to the sky as if to get a sign. The sun's rays fall down onto the forest floor like the beams from a UFO, sparkling. I looked up as well, hoping, praying that I would get her safe and sound. Will there be a fairy tale ending to this for us? I am going to try till my last breath. I need to try.
“Remember three hours,” she tells
