Just what single cause brought us together for this specific moment I wonder. What possible creed is fulfilled upon me and you dragging this unconscious man through a field of rubble-piles?

These thoughts among a plethora of others were making their voices known within my head as Clara and me lifted Alfred between us. We had probably been lifting him for quite some time, by quite some time I mean probably around 15-20 minutes. plenty of time to get away from a troll who angrily tries to destroy every pile of rocks he sees you get behind instead of going around the pile.

Since I had nothing better to do, and as Clara seemed to be in no mood to talk, I settled for my own thoughts. Familiar rhythms made their silent appearance within my head, and a symphony of imagination was created. I spent my time listening to my own music inside my head, my breathing going along to the rhythm. My steps falling in line with the drums. slowly and ever so quietly a whistle was made apparent from my mouth, and I fell into the trap of whistling a catchy tune over and over again.  The lyrics clearly resounding in my head.

You can tell by the way I use my walk,

I'm a woman's man no time to talk.

My head & body orchestra was interrupted when Clara gave me a mean glare. Quite rude, as I thought the choice of the song was quite appropriate for our current scenario. Still I chose to relent as I knew pissing her off was more trouble than its money's worth.

I continued my boogie silently this time as I studied the injury that Alfred had taken upon himself. And I must say was it a spectacle, he had probably got more blood outside his head than inside of it. The wound was not too large, however the large amount of blood likely meant he'd stay unconscious for a while longer at least. He'd likely acquired said wound when either foolishly protecting me or Clara, or just from being unlucky. I'd have to ask Clara eventually, however my silent boogie I felt was more important.

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That... and my lungs were burning more than Australia in the midsummer. And they treat bushfires like a common nuisance. Looks like pushing piles of bones and food scraps around made me build up quite the sweat. I also wouldn't condone lifting a grown man for over 20 minutes now. I gave Clara a meaningful look, filled to the brim with whining. She must have either agreed or deemed it more beneficial to succumb to the whining for now.

I quickly took in the surrounding area. Quiet and grey stone piles were still surrounding us. Not claustrophobically surrounding us, but more gently. Like a wall protecting us from prying eyes, and angry trolls.

Since my lungs had gotten a chance at actually breathing oxygen once more instead of liquid lead. I felt it necessary to acquire information in regards as to how Alfred had been injured. My words not quite as eloquent when leaving my mouth, sounded more like a mix between heaving noises and deep breaths.

"How did he hit his head?", yes I must say, I'm quite the charmer.

"He woke up, and woke me before the troll managed to hit him with a rock. I played dead, you... seemed to need the sleep, and the troll seemed to either forget that you existed or just didn't care enough to go back and get you after he dumped me and Alfred into that hole you found us in.", Ok... I really needed the sleep then. Well at least I now know to sleep lighter when in unknown territory and without a guard-dog or noise-trap to alert me of impending doom... good to know.

Nothing more was said as I climbed on top of a rock-pile in order to scout the area.

Nothing of notice was present in my initial glance, however my eyes soon caught the sight of green.

Like the sun in the sky it was quite easy to notice the green when nothing obstructed the view. pure luck dictated whether or not you could see the green between the piles of rocks.

Whether the green indicated trees, or giant green boogie-men. who knew? I was determined to check it out, and it was also the opposite direction of where the troll was located. Totally a win-win situation. I urged for Clara to come up as well in order to see for herself. and she complied.

Her gaze lingered on the green far out on the horizon. We both instinctually knew that it was the correct destination for the time being. As we had no source of food, no clean supply of water, and certainly no neatly chopped up wood to use for fires to signal any sort of rescue from our current position.

We knew, and as such we moved.