Arlo’s eyes began to slowly open. Dawn had arrived. There was a considerable chill in the air; along with a thick fog that had accompanied it. After sitting up, he noticed that he was unable to even see the two pathways from the day before. Uncomfortable is his cold and damp clothes. He decided to venture out to get some wood for a fire so he could warm up and dry off. Hoping that he would be able to find some that wasn’t soaked. After searching for a while, eventually he stumbled upon some chunks of an old tree trunk. Tearing away the outer layer of its thick bark, found that the wood beneath it was actually quite dry. He took what he could carry back to the clearing; and stacked it into a neat teepee arrangement. After the fire was lit, and only warming himself for a short while. He heard the sound of something walking in the distance. But as opposed to the previous morning, it definitely didn’t sound like it was in a hurry of any kind. Although it did sound as if it was coming towards him, and not just passing by. With his interest growing, he focused his attention to where the foot steps were coming from. Eventually, the silhouette of a person began to slowly emerge from the fog. Arlo stood up from where he was sitting, facing towards whoever this was. As the stranger became more visible with the closer he got. Arlo could see that his clothes were tattered and torn. Pants that barely reached past his knees. There were some small twigs, and even some leaves in his hair. Which was rather long and unkept. His eyes were slightly inset and shadowy. His skin was pale and he wore no shoes. He had a very calm demeanor, not seeming startled or surprised. It was more of a look that was sizing something up. The two just stood for a few moments looking at each other. The stranger calmly began to walk in a circle around Arlo, looking him up and down as he did so. When the stranger got back around to Arlo’s eyesight, Arlo opened his mouth to speak. The stranger simply raised his hand, motioning for him not to say anything. The silence between the two lasted for a few more moments before Arlo asked him who he was. The stranger responded in a soothing voice that his name was Gideon. Then, in one motion, spinning around on just one of his heels. Began walking in the direction from whence he came. Arlo shouted at Gideon as he was steadily fading away back into the fog, asking him what he wanted. Gideon replied without turning around or stopping, by asking Arlo the same question. Arlo knew what he wanted; or at least he thought he did. And even though he couldn’t see exactly which path this stranger had come from, or was about to go down, was going to follow him regardless. Arlo quickly started kicking dirt to put out the fire and cover the smoldering coals. There was no procrastination, for he had already convinced himself that this was the right decision. He had journeyed into the unknown before, and thinking that this wouldn’t be any different, followed this Gideon into the fog.