There are days when he wakes up and he thinks, he's still on the farm. He'll open his eyes, and the sun will be shining through his window. When he sits up and stretches on the edge of his bed, he'll be engulfed with the smell of hay. His aunt would be calling his name, telling him to come down for breakfast before he took off to tend to the farm.

But he wasn't there, he was walking towards a bar, listening to the voice in his head for who exactly he should be trying to find.

"His name is Qrow Branwen, he's someone you can trust. He has something of mine and, If we're going to find him, this will be the best place to start."

Oscar paused, looking up at the building. "You, know where "here" is right?" He was sure that someone his age wasn't going to be well received once he stepped foot in there.

"Yes, I do. Qrow has a...tendency to drink, socially of course...we're going to need to get straight to the point with him."

A sigh. It seemed like this was his only option right now. So far, he's only been following Ozpin's instructions, and despite all of the things he said, he's still questioning his sanity, if there was a chance that someone could prove he wasn't crazy...it'd be more comforting to have someone else to talk to.

"...I doubt Qrow would be the best company, but he will take care of you until you're able to fend for yourself-"

"Could you stop looking into my head for one second?" The boy would let out an irritated sigh. "Just. Just. Tell me when you see him. Alright?"

"Of course, he won't be hard to spot."

He couldn't hide his disappointment when he walked in and the fumes of alcohol filled his nostrils. He didn't have a good feeling about this. It was practically empty in here and straight ahead of him, he saw a man, sitting alone at the bar.

"That's him, it seems we've got luck on our side- usually it's the next bar over-"

That wasn't reassuring. Geeze, What was he doing here? This was nuts, if this wasn't Qrow, he was going to sound crazy-

"E-Excuse me-?" He'd ask, slowly moving closer towards the man.

He turns, looking over his shoulder, not even bothering to put down his glass.

"Yknow, I don't think they allow kids in here, pipsqueak."

"He's not going to just trust you right away, just tell him that you want your cane back, that should clear things up."

"Shut up, I'm getting there-"

He couldn't help the growing bit of frustration that was starting to grow towards the other voice. Immediately he realized his mistake if Qrow's expression was anything to go by, maybe it wasn't the best idea to talk to himself like that in front of someone else-

"uhm...I'm supposed to tell you, I'd like my cane back?" It was such a vague phrase, and a strange one at that if this wasn't the Qrow they were looking for.

To Oscar's surprise, the man simply stared at him and nodded, as if everything made sense now. He didn't understand how, but apparently, he seemed to.

Qrow stood up, a soft sort of smile on his face, as he looked towards the boy. Despite the seemingly friendly nature the man adopted, he couldn't help but step back.

"Don't worry, it's alright," Ozpin reassured.

"Hm." With his hand going to his side, Qrow took some device from his hip and looked at the boy. "It's good to see you again, Oz.."

...So I'm not crazy- ah!

His hands quickly reached to catch the device he tossed at him, and as soon as contact was made, it revealed itself to be..the very staff he asked about.

He couldn't believe it..

This was real..He couldn't believe how easily it fit in his hands, how right it felt to be there..but...

"What now then-?"

"Now, well. Now I finish my drink."

"Are you sure that's necessary-"

"Well yeah, I paid for it-" He'd turn back, grabbing his glass and downing the rest of his drink.

...This wasn't what he expected. Okay. Maybe he was crazy and this drunk guy was even crazier.

"Ah I see, it seems we're too late...he's intoxicated."

"Intoxicated!? I thought you said he was going to take care of everything!?"

"Shhhh quiet down-" The older man waved his hand.

"Do you want to help at all!?" Oscar would ask, hoping to get some answers from the voice in his head.

"He doesn't seem to be doing too well right now, I think we should get him in bed.."

Ugh, I can't believe this.

"Mr-Mr Qrow, is there anywhere I could take you? Do you have a hotel room?" The boy asked nervously.

"Sure, yeah, I'm..staying with my niece... whew-" The glass was put down once again. "I found you, oz! found ya..." he leaned against the stool with a rather big grin on his face. "Found ya!"

"Pretty sure I found you," Oscar mumbled, before quickly going to hold the man up, "Hold on you're gonna fall-where are you staying at? Is there anyone who can take care of you?"

"Yeah...yeah yeah...Ruby..." Hic, "Rose...Ruby Rose...at the.. the thing...lemme show you-" He'd stand up, and pull the boy along.

"So Miss Rose is here as well...why am I not surprised.."

What's that supposed to mean!?

"You don't need to do that Mr. Qrow, really!"

"Shh..no no it's fine..We'll be there soon."

"Are you sure we can trust him?!"

"With my life...I apologize for his behavior but, even while intoxicated, he's still exceptional at what he does..just try to grin and bear it until we get to Miss Rose."

...Was he supposed to know who that was? At this point, it doesn't seem like he has many choices here, but to follow the drunk man.

He really hopes his aunt doesn't find out about this.