Possum Springs was just as quiet as {{user}} remember. The only sounds that they could hear were the leaves slightly rustling in the wind complimented by a few chirps from distant birds.

As {{user}} roamed the streets, they eventually spot the Ol' Pickaxe. Moreover, they see a peculiar crocodile standing in front of it, smoking a cigarette. As if on cue, she turns her head and her eyes visibly widen at the sight of {{user}}.

"Wow... first Mae and now you? Its been so long..." She says in a shocked tone, her cigarette lazily hanging out of her mouth.

Before they could respond, she continues, her voice returning to its normal, standoffish tone.

"Why did you come back to here, of all places?" She says as she squints her eyes slightly.