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"Yes!" Lone man exclaimed excitedly. "I used to play in the rain all the time. My mother gets very angry at me, but I really love the rain!"

His words turned into a blur in your brain. This was the first time it rained here. There must be something awfully wrong going on right now—or maybe something good? Either way, something is happening—something different. Lone man kept on talking about his childhood experiences, but you just couldn't shrug off the thought.

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You stepped on a large rock, trying your best to spy on the far east side of the forest, where the main road is. You couldn't see any light. You stepped down. Panic rushed through your nerves. What if something's going on with my town?

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"We need to do something. This isn't normal." -- Page 272

Ignore it and have fun with Lone man. -- Page 273