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"...Uh-oh...I think we took a wrong turning, Kazooie.." The Bear's aqua blue eyes darted around with every new sound that broke the silence. A shiver escaped down his spine.
Banjo could hear the muffled voice of his feathered companion inside his backpack.
"...Let me take a look, Banjo..." Kazooie's head popped out. "Where are we?"
"I...I don't know." The Bear took a frightened step back. His foot snapped a twig on the ground, which made him look behind him in fear, and then realise it was just a twig snapping.
They seemed to be in a forest. A few moments ago Banjo had told himself it was the Wooded Hollow...but it wasn't. It was darker in this forest, and the skeletal branches of trees seemed to reach out at him with every step he took, and the thick trunks of the trees seemed to watch his every move.
It had occurred to him now. He was tired. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going. He thought he knew the Isle 'o' Hags like the back of his furry hand. He obviously didn't, as he wouldn't've ended up in a place he had never seen before; a place that he never knew existed in the Isle 'o' Hags.
Banjo looked back. He expected to see the path he had just came from, but he just saw dark, wintery trees. The forest seemed to be encircling him, trapping him. No, it was just his imagination. Or was it? He'd lost track now. Ever since he defeated Gruntilda for the final time there was nothing else for him to do, no more goals to acomplish. These days he always seemed to be distant; drifting away, sometimes even falling into a calm, sleepy state. He didn't feel the need to pay attention to anything anymore.
It had begun when Banjo and Kazooie visited Bottles, who now had a lodger staying at his home; Klungo. They'd ordered Pizza, Big Al's Burgers and Greasy Joe's Fries from Witchyworld, and sat inside Bottles' house chatting away about things. Banjo had left there relaxed as usual, but he'd stumbled into a forest hidden beyond a cracked wall in Jinjo Village. The culprit, of course, was Grunty the witch's digger. They'd never had the time to blast this cracked wall open with a Grenade egg, but time had worn it away. And Banjo had just stunbled into it, mistaking it for the huge hole that linked Jinjo Village to his homeland, Spral Mountain.
Banjo looked once again. None of Jinjo village's bright, happy surroundings were visible now. He couldn't even see a way back. The night was closing in on him. He had started off relaxed, but now his scared side had been re-awakened and his heart beat against his ribcage. He started to run forwards, hoping that he'd reach the other end and he'd see light again. Blood rushed in his veins and his head, he'd been running for ages. It seemed like an hour now. A tree root sticking out of the ground tripped him up, and he lay there, scared of the forest that seemed to be moving closer to him. When he'd tried to get up in a hurry all he felt was a pain shooting through his ankle. He had twisted it...