"Well, never thought I'd end up here again..."

       Tim muttered to himself under his breath as we got out of the car, glancing around the park with a thoughtful expression. Heat withered the mostly green grass around the parking lot, giving it a brown tint in several patches. Meanwhile, I could see a grouping of tall trees with only dirt below the roots in the distance, giving way to a thick forest behind it.

       "Pretty," I murmured to myself, hitching my backpack over my shoulder.

       "Yeah, well, not so pretty as you'd think." Tim shook his head as he started walking, prompting me to jog after him.

       "Lots of bad memories here, huh?" I asked, and a bitter smirk crossed his face.

       "A few," he replied. "Not like I can remember all of them, though. This is where we filmed a good chunk of Marble Hornets. Alex's project, I mean," he added almost as an afterthought. "Me and Jay never did really remember much about that time. Most of my memories are from visits looking for tapes and information."

       "...I see." I frowned slightly, my mind wandering. Even now, I didn't know what happened to everyone involved in the student film, or Marble Hornets in general. I knew Hoody got shot in the head, but that was it. Tim never did tell me the exact circumstances of everyone's deaths, including Jay.

       My pondering on the subject was suddenly disrupted when Tim abruptly stopped and turned to face me. "Have you unlocked your phone yet?"

       "Uh... no."

       "Thought not. Here." Thrusting something into my hands, I glanced down in surprise to see it was the digital camera we'd retrieved from the hotel safe. "Use it to record video while we look around."

       "Wasn't the battery dead?" I asked with a frown as I pressed the power button, only to pause when the screen lit up.

       "It was, but I found the charger in my room," Tim responded smoothly. "I put in a brand new memory card, too, it should last you a few hours. I can use my cell phone to record." I glanced at the camera thoughtfully for a few moments before raising my head to look at him.

       "Why do we even need to record in the first place? Does it protect us or something?"

       "(Name), think about it for a second. Do you want to risk getting amnesia again and have no evidence of what happened?"

     "...Touché." I shrugged as I slid the camera's strap around my wrist, saying, "Well, lead the way." Rather than walk onward, though, Tim just shook his head with a small smirk that made my heart sink.

       "Oh, no, we're not going together," he told me. "We're splitting up. We'll cover more ground that way."

       "What?" Gawking at him in disbelief, after a few moments I blurted, "But I've never been here before! I have no idea where anything is!"

       "There are markers all around the woods if you get lost. Besides, you'll be looking around the gazebo. The paths around there are pretty straight-forward."

       "But what if something happens to me!? What if I see the Tall Man?!"

       "You're 'Lady Luck'," Tim retorted in an ironic tone. "If you see him, a tree branch will fall on him or something and you can get away." Ouch. He kind of had a point there.

       Frowning, I tried to think of a counterargument but eventually just sighed. "What if you run into it?" I mumbled, but already I could sense that arguing was pointless. That for every argument I made he'd have another one ready. Sure enough, he didn't even need a second to think of a response.

      "I have a lifetime of experience with that thing. All I need to do is run and never look back, it's always worked before and there's no reason to believe it'd be any different now. Anyways, gazebo's over there. We'll meet back at the car in about an hour." Not bothering to wait for a response, Tim got out his phone and headed off. Sighing, I fiddled with the camera so it was in video mode and started recording as I started walking in the other direction.

       Just as Tim said, finding and reaching the gazebo was fairly easy. All I had to do was follow the brown dirt path, and there it was. A nice, simple structure, shaped like an octagon and perched near a slope. Benches and fencing lined seven of the sides, allowing people to sit down and look at the forest around them. No one was present when I arrived, but I couldn't tell if that was good or bad.

       Mounting the handful of steps, I took a seat on one of the benches and slipped my backpack and camera onto the seat next to me before peering over the fencing. A shallow creek trickled near the bottom of a nearby slope, the water glinting in the faint patches of sunlight that managed to slip through the trees' thick canopies. A peaceful silence filled the air, punctuated only by wind rustling through the leaves and animals going about their business.

       Hard to believe that this place held so many terrifying memories.

       After watching the stream for a bit, I got out my cell phone and roused it from sleep. Might as well try to unlock it since Tim wasn't around. By this point, I'd given up on guessing the numbers and had taken to entering them in sequence in hopes of getting lucky, and I'd already reached 0944. Sadly, though, this session also brought no results.

     "Dang it," I muttered as I reached the limit, and sighed as I pocketed my phone again. Leaning back, I stared at the ceiling silently as I fell deep into thought. Maybe I should use this time to look around, but deep down I knew that would be pointless.

     I'd only realized it in the car ride, but this particular park only appeared in Marble Hornets a handful of times, and the gazebo only appeared in two videos. Contrary to what Tim said in the video we found, Hoody was never sighted around here. Even at the infamous "Red Tower" where Tim was now, the tapes he and Jay found were most likely left by Alex.

       There was no reason Hoody would come here. In retrospect, it was strange Hoody even appeared here in that video at all. If there was anything to be found, we would have found it then while following him. So as far as I was concerned, there was no point looking around the gazebo. The main reason I came here was for an excuse to get out of that stuffy hotel room, especially since Tim had holed himself up there for so long.

       No point wasting my time, though. I glanced around a bit until my gaze fell on my backpack. Hesitating only a second, I unzipped the front pocket to pull out a pair of scissors still in its packaging and began tearing at the cardboard back. Hoody's warning about not showing Tim what was on my phone still hung heavy in my mind, but he'd never said anything about the locked pocket.

       Freeing the scissors from their oppressive packaging, I emptied the front pocket and began stabbing the thick wall of fabric separating it from the mystery pocket. Soon enough I heard a distinct rip sound, making me pause and smile. My opening created, I slipped the blade inside and began cutting through the fabric like paper. It took a bit of effort since it was so thick, but eventually, I managed to cut three sides and pulled it down like a door.

       Earlier I'd felt the walls of the backpack and had predicted it was full of clothes, and my suspicions seemed to be dead on. A bunch of rolled up shirts were inside, the faded colors instantly familiar to me. At least I knew where my old clothes went. Disappointed by the anti-climatic nature of my find, I began pulling them out one by one and unfolded them.

       Clink.

       A small, metal object fell from one of the shirts, clinking against the wooden bench. Breath hitching at the sight, I quickly snatched it up and held it to the sun, my eyes widening.

       A key.

       A tiny, silvery key with a black key fob on the end.

       An image of Tim's key ring flashed through my mind, how it had a separate key fob for unlocking the car and trunk next to the car key itself. Unlike his key ring though, this key had the key fob built in the end as part of its design.

       Why were there two keys? Wouldn't this key be more convenient than the one Tim had? I pondered this silently as I stuffed everything back inside my backpack and zipped it up. There had to be a reason this key was separate, and for it to be hidden in my bag. The most obvious answer was that this one was able to unlock the glove box, but why would this one be able to and not the other?

       Hitching my bag over my shoulder, I picked up the camera from the bench and slipped my hand through the strap once more. I'd made sure it wasn't facing me, but hopefully Tim wouldn't ask to see the footage anyway. Worst come to worst, I could claim that the metal clinking sound was a coin or something. To be on the safe side, I figured I should also take a walk around here before heading to the car for the same reason.

       With that in mind I raised the camera to pan around the woods only to freeze, my blood running cold.

       Grainy flickering distorted the colors on the screen, a familiar figure visible among the trees...