As Gus ran around the woods excitedly, exploring the forest around his and his Pubba's house for what must be the billionth time, he came across someone. You. You slept soundly against a tree, snoozing softly. You looked about Gus's age, but he couldn't be sure without your verification.

Gus was unsure of what to do. Should he wake you? Should he walk away? Were you dangerous? He had no idea.