Homer hopped over a log and turned to look over his shoulder, "You got it?" he asked and took a step back so they could jump over.

"I can catch you if you need me to," a southern accent hung in his voice.

The cicadas in the trees and nip in the air reminding them it's fall and probably a bad idea to go romping 4 miles into the woods. The cold nipped at the pairs cheeks and nose, their faces turning a soft pink. It was around 6 pm, not a good time to go this far into the woods.