In a small tree grove, David slumped in the dark among the tree branches. The needles that pricked his body pulled him out from the depths of his dreams. When he opened his eyes, there were sweet-smelling branches woven over his face. Sunlight was filtering in through the gaps. He looked at her, not knowing where she was. Most of the branches fell as he stood up in surprise, but some casually hung from his shoulders or even his head, making it look like a tree. The memories came back quickly. Abigial had lost him in the fog. Out of breath, he frantically emerged among the piles of tree branches. Holding his breath, he looked around carefully. Nothing moved. The morning was cold and still. He took a deep, calming breath. The small evergreen woods that surrounded him were the first refuge he had found last night. It was sparse enough to offer little protection from the eyes that followed him when he stood up. He ripped branches off him head and shoulders, pushing the rest of her thorny