Sol walked through the forest, searching for something. Sol didn’t know what, but everything was better than being around his kid sister. Everybody liked Ghost. Nobody liked Sol. Not even himself. Suddenly, a small noise came from behind him. Sol turned around to find a small bobcat. Sol assumed it was Ghost and pulled out a knife. “If you’re Ghost, take this knife and go kill Atlantis for me. Now.” The bobcat stared at him like Sol was crazy and ran off. Sol guessed this wasn’t Ghost. She always listened to him. Ghost knew wha she’d get if she didn’t. Sol continued his aimless journey into the forest in the dark of a winter night, with only the barely visible sky to guide him. He kept looking up and adjusted himself with the stars. It was like his subconscious knew where he was going and he didn’t.

Sol noticed that he couldn’t see after a while. He pulled out his matches and made a fire. He found a large stick and set the tip of it on fire. He blew out his match and used the torch to continue on for a bit. He finally realized how tired he was getting. Sol started walking backwards. He walked backwards for about two minutes until he hit something with his back. He turned around to see a giant rock with a small opening under it. It seemed to be perfect for a shelter. So Sol laid down under the rock and blew out his torch. He used his extra jacket as a blanket and drifted off to sleep.