Jason's POV

I'm chasing after Sky, one billion thoughts bouncing around my brain. Why did Ssundee bolt? Is there something he's not telling us? What the Nether is going on?

My brain is so filled, I nearly trip over Sky, who is on his knees beside a passed-out Ssundee. I freeze in my tracks when I see him.

"A....erm...episode?" I ask in a voice that I'm fighting to keep steady. Even with all the effort, I can hear that my voice is slightly shaky. Notch dang it!

Sky turns to me, and slowly nods. As the others approach, he gulps. Neither of us really want to explain why our new friend is passed out on the ground.

Mitch makes it first, but, to his credit, doesn't ask any questions. He just stands there, staring at Ssundee with a bewildered expression on his face.

Jerome bursts through the trees next, with Ty following at his heels. Jerome mimicks Mitch, and I can't help but wondering how they aren't twins. They're practically the same person.

Ty stands next to Sky, and asks the first question in a worried voice. The question that neither Sky or I want to answer.

"Wh-what's wrong with him?"

Ty follows this with a pointed look at Sky. "Umm...I...you see...erm....Jason?" Sky turns to me.

It's all I can do to keep from facepalming. I take a deep breath.

 "Ssundeehasamedicalconditionwherehethinkshe'slivingmomentsfromhispastagain."

I speak so fast, you'd think I had been eating nothing but sugar for the past three hours.

"Umm....what?" Mitch speaks.

I try to slow down. "Ssundee has a medical condition that makes him believe that he's re-living moments from his past again. He'll be able to see us, but in his mind, we'll be other people."

"Is that...dangerous?" Jerome asks. "If he sees us as friends, no." I answer.

"But if he sees us as enemies?"

To my surprise, Sky speaks up. "Let's just say I'm lucky he didn't kill me last time."

The air seems to drop twenty degrees as the full impact of what's going on hits them. My boots suddenly become extremely interesting.

Ssundee's dangerous. Extremely dangerous. He could kill us all if a bad memory pops up again. That's the last thing we need.

I clear my throat, and instantly four pairs of eyes bore into me. "Do you think we should tell him?" I don't think we should, but if they think so, I'm not here to argue.

Mitch takes a deep breath, and all eyes avert from me to him. "I think we should tell him."

Mitch's POV

Everyone stares at me like I have three heads, and I suddenly feel defensive.

"What? I agree he's dangerous, but telling him could be beneficial!"

Sky looks me right in the eye. "Mitch, in what way could telling him be beneficial?"

I feel anger rising up inside of me, but I force it down. We can't afford to have a repeat of Sky versus Jerome in the Snow Kingdom. "Maybe there would be some way that he could control it."

"But what if that doesn't work, Mitch? What if we just get him scared? What if it spirals out of control? Really, Mitch, try to see reason!" Sky's yelling now.

I feel my face getting red in anger. "You wouldn't want something like this kept from you, would you, Sky?"

"Biggums-" Jerome tries to stop us, but I cut him off. I'm done. "No, Jerome, don't."

I take off into the woods, not caring about the branches that give me multiple scratches on my face, legs, and arms.

When I was four, the woods comforted me. I would run to them whenever something bad was happening. Then one day, when I was almost killed by a creeper, my mom forbid me to ever go again.

Now here I was, three years later, escaping into it's arms again. I hadn't come to the woods to escape since the zombie attack.

I find the base of a chopped down tree, sit down, and bury my face in my hands.

After a while, I hear the distinct sound of a twig snapping. I whirl around, remembering my close encounter with the creeper when I see Jerome.

I turn back around. "I'm not in the mood to go back." I grumble to a stray leaf on the ground.

"I know, Mitch." I don't see him, but I can feel him sitting next to me.

We sit in silence for a little bit. "Do you wanna talk about it?" He asks. "No." I snap. He turns away, but thankfully doesn't pressure me to talk.

We sit in silence, listening to the wind blow through the leaves on the trees. I watch as the stray leaf, lime green in the sun, as it flies off into the chilly autumn air.