hose people from the woods, they are gone. You must have said something to make them disappear, yet your mind does not follow the events. You find your heart lost, swimming through an endless lake of sorrow. In the midst of your mourning you remind yourself of Renald's words about being focussed on all things necessary, so you collect yourself and start building a funeral pire to say farewell to your friend one last time. You are a ghost wandering about in the forest, longing for salvation...