Martin lies next to the site, gazing past the dusk sky and into his memories.

Rolling hills, peace and comfort. For some reason, I can only remember my home in black and white. There is no vibrance, no warmth, no nostalgia to cling to. With this comes some relief and some disturbance. Disturbance... Someone's coming.

As Loge and Chuck return with firewood, Martin stands up to greet them. "Ah, one of you must have a light! Quickly now, let's get this fire lit before Daiyanissa and Neshi return."