The forest, somehow, had gotten even darker from earlier tonight. The only things visible being the faint outline of trees and the occasional shimmer from a wet leaf or patch of overgrown grass. I had also underestimated the rain; it was a mistake to have only gone out in my shorts and tank top, not even bothering to put socks on when I had put my combat boots on. I could feel my clothing, and hair, sticking to me - it felt horrible.

The rain had not only soaked my hair, but it had also poorly straightened it (most of it still wavy), and caused it to cling to my face and neck in clumps. In wet, disgusting clumps. This, as well as the harshness of the rain itself, had made it even harder to see - drops catching on my eyelashes or sometimes even going into my eyes, which would earn uncomfortable flinches and poor attempts of wiping them out with my hands.

Luckily, I knew where I was going, practically off by heart.

An almost shaky breath escaped passed my lips as I sighed, attempting to walk faster, but it was hard to. Hell, it was getting hard to lift my feet up properly to avoid tripping over the tree roots; my boots were starting to feel heavy and clunky, and the leaves on the floor weren't helping - they'd become slippery and harder to navigate with.

This was in fact a bad idea.

A flash of light illuminated the area - it was a painfully bright white, briefly allowing me to see the overgrown, muddy path ahead of me, showing sagging leaves and plants, and the darker patches of the mud path, where rain had hit it. I hurriedly took a few more, bigger, steps as the brief light ensured confidence in my travelling, but it had almost immediately disappeared once it had come - instead, being replaced with a harsh sound of rumbling, like something had been smashed against something else - a crash coming from the skies.

I flinched at the sudden sound, wincing at the thunder as I reached out for a nearby tree bark, to help guide myself further. Not too long now.

Futility, I wiped my eyes with my other hand, only getting more rain in them as I continued to stagger forward.

Another flash of light.

My skin looked blotchy - purple and blue spots and patches covering the back of my hand. That's probably why I felt so sluggish. I should've put on a jacket. Or a coat - hell a hoodie would've done better. At the sudden plunge into darkness, I closed my eyes - mindlessly wondering forwards, preparing for the thunder.

The rumbling - louder, this time.

I still flinched, hesitantly opening my eyes again, shuffling quicker to the next tree and looking ahead. I swear that this was the right way - I always take this route. Maybe it was just taking longer because of the stupid rain? It felt disgusting either way - the hair on my shins sticking onto my legs felt horrible.

Another flash of light.

I quickly whipped the hair stuck to my face off and onto the back of my head, with the rest of the mess - using my hand to do so, trying to desperately take sight of the cabin I was looking for. I squinted, catching a look through the gaps in the trees - glimpses of wood and glass. God, that was relieving.

Then another crash, once again earning a flinch - though it was smaller, as the noise was more anticipated. I quickly began to scramble towards it, almost jogging - knowing I was going the right way - just wanting out of the storm. The sound of shushing from the rain starting to becoming overwhelming similar to a familiar static.

It wasn't too long before I'd managed to make it to the porch - the cabin being placed in a clearing of trees, allowing more rain to soak my clothes and weigh me down. I carefully, yet swiftly, clambered up the steps, using the wooden (smoothed) banister to help me - desperately making my way under the porch's roof, glancing in the windows, heart dropping to see the lights off.

Taking a deep breath, I hesitantly knocked on the door, feeling a wave of exhaustion begin to take over - knocking a bit more urgently this time; instead of three, I left five, backing away from the door and looking to the windows - internally pleading that the lights would turn on.

The black, empty windows were quickly replaced with a soft, yellow glow - allowing the patterns in the netting and curtains to be depictable - the slightly translucent netting showed floral shapes (roses, petals and curved, small stems) and thin, cream coloured curtains. I felt some of the weight disappear.

I allowed my face to contort upwards into a smile as I let out a panted sigh of relief, watching a silhouette beginning to make their way towards the cabin door. It slowly opened with a small creak, revealing a very tired Cody.

"Hello?" His voice tiredly croaked - the man had his eyes closed, rubbing one with his hand - his other hand gripping the door's handle. He yawned softly, before groggily opening his eyes - though they quickly opened upon seeing me. "Toby, what the fuck are you doing? You're soaked!" He scolded.

"I couldn't sleep - and I got a memory back-"

Almost immediately, the brunette ushered me inside - gently grabbing my arm and dragging me into the cabin. "You're stone cold - why didn't you wear a jacket?! Look at your skin, its gone that colour because your blood is slush right now, it can't circulate properly!" He ranted, quickly letting go of my arm and wiping his hand on his sweatpants - hurriedly walking to the door to close it behind me.

I sighed, beginning to lazily shuffle towards the small sofa he had - which only earnt a snap of the fingers from Cody. I quickly glanced to him, to which he pointed to the rug between me and the sofa. "Shoes off, Toby. You're already dragging mud on my porch and on the floor - not on the rug. Grey hairs, Toby - grey hairs." He grumbled, glaring at me as he stopped pointing to his (finally) untidy hair, before walking off into the kitchen.

I sighed, bending over to start undoing the black, heavy boots' laces, grumbling under my breath. When they were finally loose, I lazily slipped my finger into the back of one shoe, prying it off and doing the same for the other. I glanced up to look at Cody - standing up straight again as I held my boots up, "Where do you want these?" I asked, watching his expression drop more.

"You didn't even put socks on-" He mumbled, followed by a small exasperation. His eyes quickly trailed up to mine, his look of disbelief not yet shaking, "Why am I suprised? Why am I suprised?-" Cody mumbled to himself, dropping the paper towels on the floor as he grabbed my shoes from me. "Don't do anything until I tell you to-" He began, heading towards the cabin door, "Except from breathe and blink, breathe and blink, please-" He continued, dropping them next to the entrance. He quickly turned around, pointing to me, "You're still soaked - your hair, your clothes - infierno, Toby..." He mumbled, a disheartened look on his features.

Cody quickly rushed off down the hallway, disappearing into a room. I sighed, hesitantly beginning to wander up to the towels, beginning to wipe up the water and mud I'd tracked in.

"Toby - Toby - for fuc- stop." I heard, followed by the sound of feet hurriedly padding towards me, "Let me do that, I've put some clothes in the bathroom for you with a towel - get dried, get dressed, then come back here, okay?" Cody ranted, quickly yet gently prying the paper from me. Despite his obvious frustration, he kept a soft tone.

Reluctantly, I did as he said, quietly beginning to walk to his bathroom instead. This was a bad idea. What was I thinking? My hands began to hold my face again, as I continued to practically waddle to the bathroom. When I eventually reached the room, I let a hand peel off of my face, instead working on getting the door open - grimacing at how bright the light was compared to the living room's and the kitchen's (considering the rooms were attached).

The bathroom was practically pristine - the small shower was tucked into the corner, with the laundry basket tucked into the adjacent corner, the sink opposite to the door, and the toilet to the side - shelves lining the walls, with hooks for clothes. The walls were white, the lower parts being lined with partially reflective tiles (that, or he'd polished them). Though, my eyes had almost immediately landed on the square, undamaged mirror - placed neatly above the sink.

I sighed, quickly looking away and closing the door. I have to stop making eye contact with my reflection.

With reluctance, I began to strip off the tank top, tossing it on top of the laundry basket, and instead turning around to look at the toilet - seeing the pile of fabric on top of the (closed) lid. I took the grey towel, beginning to wrap it around the back of my head and quickly scrub back and forth to get the rain out, before leaning forward and wrapping the towel around the majority of my hair that fell forward - rubbing the towel together quickly.

I stood back up straight, knowing that my hair was at best damp - but giving in, and instead drying off my torso instead, before putting the towel in the sink and reaching for the hoodie that he'd leant me.

It looked oddly familiar - a pale green hoodie, without a zipper or toggles. No pockets - but elasticated wrists and waist.

This was my hoodie.

I felt a small smile tug at my lips, "That bastard." I mumbled - quickly rolling it up so I could put it on.

I quickly grabbed the towel again, doing the same thing with my legs - discarding the towel, like my shirt and shorts onto the basket - quickly slipping on the knee length, baggy shorts he'd left out - the same colour as mine (black).

I began to leave the bathroom, closing the door behind me with a quiet click, only to be met with Cody (who had clearly finished cleaning up my mess), passing a small glass of milk towards me. "Drink it. It's warm, so it should help you sleep better-" He instructed, a bit more sternly - but noticed my slight hesitance, "No honey because you don't like it, and no syrup because you're allergic. It's just warm milk, Toby."

I gave him a small smile - reluctantly taking the glass from him. My reservations weren't about what was in it, though it was reassuring to know he knew my allergies (and flattering that he knew my dislikes), it was moreso I was just expecting to crash on the sofa. However, seeing that he was still stood there - waiting for me to pass the glass back, I quickly downed the drink - giving the glass back.

He took it, heading over to the sink and quickly rinsing it out. I wiped my mouth with my sleeve, watching Cody turn round with a sigh. "Right, sleep. We've got a shitty day tomorrow."

"Can I at least get a pillow?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, as I awaited an answer - to which I didn't get, instead he rolled his eyes as he placed the glass in the sink before walking over to me and grabbing my hand.

"There are pillows on the bed, idiot." He grumbled, leading me down the hallway to the room opposite the bathroom. He gently pushed the door open - revealing a slightly messy room; clothes dropped across the floor, the bed unmade and the desk, shelves and books unorganized. That, as well as the dark green walls, reminded me of this lab.

"Okay-" I mumbled, glancing around the room, before watching Cody slip into his bed, the side that was pressed against the wall. He left the white duvet untucked - instead messily open, as if trying to invite me in.

"Well?" He grumbled, "I doubt it'll be too warm for you, Toby, there's a thunderstorm outside." He continued, to which I nodded, beginning to walk over to the bed and lay down next to him. As soon as I did, he gave me a lazy smile - tossing the duvet over me. "Thank you, now sleep, Toby."

I hesitantly began to shuffle closer to him, snaking my arms around his light grey shirt - resting my head next to his. "This is my hoodie." I mumbled, "You kept it, asshat."

With a small huff, I felt his arms wrap around me - once again reciprocating the embrace. "And you've kept two of mine." He retorted, rather defensively - his eyes flickering away from mine and to the side. "Plus, you're sleeping in my bed." He added, his green hues landing on mine.

A loud rumble cut me off - momentarily dragging me out of my thoughts. All I could think of is that his bed was more comfortable.

Right - hoodies. He'd kept mine.

I rolled my eyes, smugly smiling. "Well, have you considered that it's better for you that I'm in your bed?" I retorted, raising my eyebrows - awaiting a response once more.

"You're such a dumbass." He huffed, averting his gaze again, "Sleep."

Smirking, I nodded - knowing I won. "Okay, night." I chirpily replied, closing my eyes and shuffling even closer to him.

"Te amo, idiota." He grumbled, faintly shuffling closer as well - causing me to peel an eye open, with a confused expression.

"I don't speak Spanish."

"I know, dumbass."