Michael had been staying with you since his escape due to the fact you were his only true friend. You and Michael were strolling in the forest to relive some childhood memories when you accidentally stumbled across the old stream you used to play in.

You went over and swept your hand through the cool water, the trickle of the stream was serene, and the glow it made from the moon was enchanting. Michael huffed lightly as he crouched besides you, looking at the flowing water, then back at you.