Ten
“Dude, did you know it’s snowing out there?” one guy says. “About a day away from here.”
I know I’ve lost track of the days since I started going on search and rescue missions, but it hasn’t been that long since I arrived. Two weeks, maybe three. The last time I checked, we weren’t even halfway through autumn.
“It’s insane,” his friend adds.
I’m sitting at a table in the base’s massive dining room trying to turn the strawberry sauce on my pancakes into chocolate sauce. The two guys who’ve just returned from a mission and joined me at the table are both from the Creepy Hollow Guild. They graduated a few years ahead of me and left to find new and exciting jobs at other Guilds. I can’t remember their names. We haven’t exactly chatted much.
“It’s probably Draven,” I tell them, “messin
