It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining through the forest roof, and the air was fresh and warm. Birds were chirping away in tall trees, accompanied by the soft rustling of mild breeze in green leaves. The smell of grass, dirt and wildlife filled the air, while trees and plants of all colors seemed to spring out of nowhere, no matter where you went. Yet still, Tip was running around, almost frantically. She was looking for her short, purple friend, but it was hard to find him. That wasn't the reason she was freaking out, though.

You see, just recent moments ago they'd been walking together down the street of their hometown. Rain was pouring down around them, and the usual sounds of city life was painfully loud. They could smell rain, exhaust and pollution as well as hot dogs being fried just around the corner. Even though people around them wore red coats, blue jeans, pink umbrellas and orange shoes, the world seemed grey. Compared to this explosion of color, Earth had seemed like a sad place.

But then Oh had stopped. He'd picked up a computer mouse, asking why it had been left here, on the street. Tip had leaned forward to inspect it, maybe it was broken, and her fingers had brushed past Oh's.

There'd been a flash of light, and Tip found herself here, in the middle of the woods.

Without Oh.

She had all the rights to freak out.

"Oh!"

So she did.

A sound, barely audible, tickled her ears as it went by. Freezing, Tip cocked her head towards the direction in which she had heard the faint call. "Oh?" she yelled.

"Tip!" The answering cry was weak and almost non-existent, but it was there, and Tip fell over in her haste to get to the source.

"Oh!" she yelled, just to make sure he knew where she was. Mere moments later, she stumbled over a root and straight into Oh's arms. He huffed, but did his best to keep her upright and standing.

Pulling back, Tip went to check whether Oh was alright or not. Besides nearly hyperventilating and pupils blown even wider than normal, he seemed fine. "Are you okay?" Tip asked, not too keen on taking chances.

Oh blinked, and his pupils shrunk slightly. What a relief, his eyes were still blue beneath all that blackness. "Yes," he breathed, nodding sloppily. "You?"

"I'm fine," Tip said absentmindedly. "What happened?"

Oh blinked again, eyes finally returning to normal. His breathing slowed down. "I do not know!"

"Alright, forget about that," Tip muttered, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. "Where are we?"

There came a sound of rustling from the forest. "Uhm," Oh said. "I am thinking it is a matter of 'when' and not 'where'." He stated it flatly, as if the concept that they'd travelled in time wasn't completely ridiculous.

But Oh didn't joke like that. Tip opened her eyes and looked up, yelping in surprise when she noticed their surroundings. "That clothing, those weapons… they are from ancient Boov times." Oh's voice cracked when he said 'ancient'.

Boovs pointing weapons at them surrounded the two friends. "They could be dressing up?" Tip tried weakly, standing up with slow movements. The nearest Boov growled at her and waved their spear in her direction.

Oh shook his head seriously. "No," he said. "They are not to recognizing the Tunic of Captain." He shot her a look. "They are not to recognizing you, too." Tip swallowed heavily. "No, Tip. These are being our enemies."


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