inside is cold and drafty, maybe even more than outside. you are acosted by a greenish boy who seems quite relieved, his worry pushed aside.

—Oan

"There you are agnus!" he's still gasping from how he ran over to you."you are late late. i had to make up all sorts of excuses for you. where were you?"

a) "i went on a walk i think. i dont remember though. its all really blurry"

a) "who are you?"

b) turn back