"Horace, you're such an awful person!" Will said as he ran up to Horace angrily.

"Whaaaat?" Horace said, in a rather high-pitched voice that matched a questioning statement like whaaaat?

"You abandoned me in the forest all by myself!" Will said. "Do you know what I had to do to get out of there?"

"You do know you're a ranger, right?"

"I'm not stupid."

"So why couldn't you just…Follow where I went? I've seen you guys track stuff before, I know how creepy good at it you guys are."

"Well, Horace, all of my training was stolen recently."

Horace tried(unsuccessfully) to raise one eyebrow at Will. "I don't think that's—"

Will interrupted Horace, saying, "Stop making that face, only trained rangers can do that!"

"Couldn't you do it before you finished trai—"

Will interrupted again, "Horace, we have more important things to worry about, such as, um….The thief who keeps stealing our training!"

"It isn't possible to steal training!"

Will raised an eyebrow at Horace. "Oh, isn't it?"

"Yes!"

Will shook his head. "Halt told me you wouldn't be any help."

"Halt did not tell you that! For the past hour you've been lost in the woods because apparently, I abandoned you there! There wasn't any time for him to tell you that!"

"What? Rangers don't get lost in the woods." Will said.

"You just told me—"

"I told you that someone has been going around stealing training, which might just lead to a problem in the future, foreshadow, foreshadow."

Horace closed his eyes and shook his head. "That's it. I'm done trying to figure this out."

The Gilan ran up to the pair, looking very much as if he had just finished panicking. "Will! The thief got to Halt!"

Will's eyes widened, and he fell to his knees, breathing heavily. "Noooooo!" He yelled into the sky in a very dramatic way, then started sobbing. A second later, Gilan joined him.

Horace took a few steps away from the two rangers, trying to figure out the best course of action. After about two and a half seconds, he ran away as fast as he could, abandoning the two rangers in their misery.

After he felt that he was sufficiently far away, Horace slowed his pace to a walk.

He felt a bright flash of pain before everything went dark.

When he woke up, all of his training had been stolen.