"What did you do to me?!" he screamed.

A voice, seemingly from nowhere said, "Oops."

The young man glared at his shoulder, " 'Oops?' ", he said, deathly quiet. "Oops! Look at me! I-I'm young! And I can remember everything. You are such an amateur."

"I don't see what you're complaining about. Most people your age would be screaming with joy, instead of yelling angrily. I mean, jeez, you should be happy that you're not dead. And I took away almost all your scars. So, there." Replied the voice, rather sulkily.

The young man sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He was a rather fine looking specimen, even if his skin was a wee bit pale. Tall, handsome, in a way that could never be called 'cute', and quite slender, although you could tell he was well muscled. His face was as full as you would expect, in so slender a fellow, and the chin just right. His nose was a bit too long but fit rather nicely on his face and the sweep of his hair helped as well. However, it was his eyes that drew ones attention.

They were deep, as deep and dark as a natural pond. The ones where you can't quite see the bottom and you really don't want to, for that would spoil the mystery of 'what is at the bottom?'. And if there was no mystery, then what kind of adventure would that be?

"Damn it. I had just gotten nice and tan, you stupid fur ball. And my skin was the perfect wrinkly ness, too."

He squinted at the sun as though trying to tell the time, then turned and said wearily, "I don't suppose you know what that weird booming noise is, do you?"

The voice, which is, by the way, a fuzzy animal of some sort, tipped its head to one side as though perplexed, "I believe it is a bunch of overachieving morons marching in sync to the tune 'Hangin' with the Dead'. I'm sure even YOU remember that one. "

"Hmm. That's the one with a simple chorus and lotsa yelling, right? Hangin' wit' da, bump, dehehd, dats meee! Bump. Hmmhmm, I like dat 'un."

"Haha. You're absolutely hilarious."

The young man rubbed his chin, thinking. Eventually, he shrugged and walked off into the shrubbery. Maurie, on the other hand, simply sat there, musing to himself.

'I wonder if he knows about those scouts in the trees. Hmmm.'

Authors Note: stuff that looks like this are thoughts.