We ran far away although to where, I knew not. Everything about this place was still unfamiliar to me. Finally, we reached a wooded area. Trees loomed up before us, their branches reaching high up into the night sky like long fingers reaching for the stars. Jack sighed and threw his bag onto the ground.

"We'll rest here for the night," he said, slightly out of breath.

Tip smiled brightly at him as Jack sat down on a dead log.

"I'll gather some firewood." he volunteered before trekking further into the woods.

Slinging my bag onto the forest floor as well, I sat down on a log across from Jack. His metallic gray eyes burned into me, taking in my appearance. I probably dressed pretty strange to him. Shifting uncomfortably under his gaze, I tilted my head back and let the cool breeze blow through my straight dark hair.

"You're not from here," he stated, making me look up at him.

I shook my head and rubbed my hands together for warmth.

"No, I'm not," I told him honestly.

"Where are you from then?" he asked.

"I'm from..." I started but trailed off.

Maybe it was best not to reveal where I was from. After all, I didn't know him. He was still a stranger in a strange land. A very cute stranger but a stranger nonetheless. He tilted his head to the side adorably but didn't question me further. Tip came traipsing back through the woods then, his arms heaped with twigs and small branches.

We built a fire - well...Jack built a fire. Tim had been sheltered his whole life and I...I had no excuse. The fire crackled brightly in between the three of us, warming the chilly night air.

"We'd have lived a year for what that dagger would have sold for. Why'd she have it?" Jack asked Tip, breaking the silence.

I almost opened my mouth to ask what they were talking about but then remembered Tip running out of the house earlier. It must've been over that dagger.

"I don't know. She never told me anything," Tip said softly, shrugging, "But if I'd took it, there would have been a part of her that followed me around,"

He winced then and rubbed his stomach.

"You alright?" Jack asked him warily.

Tip slowly shook his head 'no'.

"I need that medicine," he admitted, "What if it's the only thing keeping me alive?"

"She ever tell you about that?"

"Yeah. I got...bad blood,"

Jack blew a raspberry and laughed.

"Well, who doesn't?" he joked and Tip and I burst out laughing.

Jack's silver-flecked gray eyes caught mine and he smiled over at me. He lifted his hands up to his mouth then and howled into the sky. I laughed harder at his antics as Tip joined in. Copying their actions, I howled up a the two moons that hung overheard in between fits of laughter.