The natural serenity of the Angeles National Forest wafted through the air. The visitor was here early in the morning, and the weather was beautiful. It was almost enchanting, the way it dragged the visitor in and made them want to reflect at the scenery. They were atop a hill, overlooking the plethora of trees on the horizon. It was quiet, but peaceful, the only sound being the chirping of birds overhead.

Far away and unbeknownst to the visitor, a redheaded woman kicked her feet up in her fire lookout tower. Delilah, a park ranger, picked up a radio from her desk, doing an occasional check to see if anyone else was on the line. To her surprise, she found someone on the frequency, this unknown visitor. "Hello?" She spoke over the radio. "This is Delilah June, park ranger. Do you need any assistance?" She asked, shifting about in the seat she was in. People only usually hit her frequency if they needed help, so she assumed it was unintentional. Then again, it very well could not be.