Fawful watched his reflection, in the Gloam River. He hugged his legs close.

The lake sorta knows me…

Was it you who promised time?

"Fawful?"

"Dude, where you at?"

"...Fawful?!"

"No! No! Have the puttings of her DOWN!"

"HahahhaHAHAHAHA!"

"NO!NONONO!"

He repeatedly shook his head. That was the past. The god forsaken past. He wanted to move on.

Lead me to a land so green.

So she'll stay awhile.

He took off his glasses, and rubbed his two green eyes. He actually thought that not having heterochromia would just be shaken off...but it was a reminder. Just like before.

Please take me there.

I'm ready.

The ships sways, but the heart is steady…

I have time…