They had been sitting there for quite a bit. Mark looked down and noticed Ethan had fallen asleep on his arm "That bitch" he said jokingly to himself. Mark didn't even know how Ethan had fallen asleep, it was pure daylight and there was no way the way he was laying was comfortable. "Did he not get any sleep last night?" Mark thought to himself "I told him to stop pulling all-nighters like that"

"Hello Ethan" a voice echoed. Ethan took a step back- not knowing where the voice had come from/ "w-who's there? Where am I? Where are you?" Ethan asked- afraid of who the voice might belong to. "You're in your mind- do not panic though," the voice said- trying to calm Ethan. "W-who are you then?" Ethan asked- trying to seem as calm as possible. "Unfortunately for you, I cannot answer that." the voice said- sounding, disappointed a little. "So -uh- I brought you here for a reason," the voice said- almost breaking the intimidating character it had originally put up. "And why is that exactly?" Ethan said, tilting his head as if he was a dog. "Well- just look at this," the voice said as a news clip popped up -showing the three men reportedly missing- possibly even dead. "A-are w-e dead?" Ethan stammered, tears forming in his eyes. "Not unless they find your bodies." the voice said ever so soothingly.

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Mark could feel Ethan violently shaking in his sleep. "It's not cold out here," he thought. Suddenly- Mark felt something on his arm- it was wet. He looked over to where Ethan was curled up in a ball, against Mark's arm. Tears. Mark pulled Ethan close to him- hoping it would stop whatever bad dream Ethan was having.

Jack had shown back up -resting against a tree with a bandage on his neck and his eyes closed. He had- in fact- lost to Anti, which meant he had to find a way out with these two. He opened his eyes and looked over to see Ethan curled up in a ball and pulled close to Mark. "was he- is he crying?" Jack asked- knowing the answer already. Mark looked up, "is it not obvious?" He asked, still holding the sleeping Ethan close to him.

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Ethan had sat down- tears flowing out of his eyes as he fully processed that he, along with Mark and Jack, were practically dead. Suddenly a figure walked up to him. He looked up "Blank?" he questioned- wondering how he was there. "Yeah- hey," Blank said as he reached his hands into his hoodie pocket, he pulled out a button- it was blue. Blank crouched down as Ethan had wiped the tears from his eyes. "Here, uh, push this" Blank said. Ethan looked at him confused "Why" he asked, not sure on how trustworthy the ego in front of him was. "Just- please?" Blank sighed- trying to get Ethan to push the button. Ethan considered it for a minute. "Alright," Ethan said. "I will," he said as he hesitated to bring up his hand to push the button.

*c l i c k*

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Mark looked down as he noticed Ethan had stopped crying. To his surprise- Ethan's hair was back to brown. "Uhm, the fuck?" He said. "What is it now?" Jack asked- not even looking to see "His hair- it's back- to brown" Mark said- not believing what he was seeing. "Wait wha-" Jack stopped, as he opened his eyes to look "the fuck? No, this-" he stopped- it was real, somehow. "Exactly," Mark said as he loosened his grip around Ethan- but still keeping him in his grip- just in case.