Arlo’s eyes began to slowly open. Dawn had arrived. There was a considerable chill in the air, which was accompanied by a thick fog. After sitting up, noticed that he couldn’t even see the two pathways from the day before. Almost like he was on an island, surround by nothing but grey and white. Nevertheless, he was uncomfortable in his cold, damp clothes and decided to go get some wood for a fire to warm up and dry off. Hoping that he would be able to find some that wasn’t totally soaked. After searching for a while, eventually he came across some chunks of an old tree trunk. Tearing away the outer layer of its thick bark, found that the wood beneath it was actually quite dry. He took what he could carry back to the clearing and stacked it into a neat teepee arrangement. After the fire was lit, and only warming his hands and feet for a few minutes. Heard the sound of something walking in the distance. But as opposed to the previous morning, it definitely didn’t sound like it was in a hurry of any kind. It also sounded as if it was coming towards him, not something just passing by. With his interest growing, focused his attention to where the foot steps were coming from. Eventually, the silhouette of an individual began to slowly emerge from the fog. Arlo stood up from where he was sitting, facing towards whoever this was. As this individual became more visible with the closer they got. Arlo could see that their clothes were tattered and torn. Pants that barely reached past their knees. There were some small twigs, and even some leaves in their hair. Which was rather long and unkept. Eyes that were slightly inset and shadowy, pale skin and barefoot. He had a very calm demeanor, not seeming startled or surprised. It was more of a look that was sizing something up. The two just stood there for a few moments looking at each other. The stranger slowly began to walk in a circle around Arlo, looking him up and down as he did so. When the stranger got back around to Arlo’s eyesight, Arlo opened his mouth to speak. The stranger simply raised his hand, motioning for him not to say anything. The silence between the two lasted for a few more moments before Arlo finally asked him who he was. The stranger responded in a soothing, mellow voice that his name was Gideon. Then, in one motion, spun around on just one of his heels and began walking in the direction from whence he came. Arlo shouted at Gideon, asking him what he wanted. Gideon replied without turning around or stopping, by asking Arlo the same question. Arlo seemed to know what he wanted. Because he wasn’t thinking of anything but following Gideon. Even though he didn’t see which pathway he had come from or was about to go down. Arlo quickly started kicking dirt to put out the fire and cover the smoldering coals. There was no procrastination, he was convinced that this was the right decision. After the fire was out and there was no smoke, Arlo followed Gideon, and into the fog they went.