Well isn't this strange, the other could've sworn that they were sleeping in their bed the night before and they suddenly woke up here, lying down on the rough ground in this… jungle? Who cares anyway; the only thing they care right now is how on Sam's hill are they gonna get out. And seek some help too just incase there was no way out.

They've been moving for hours now with aching legs, trying to find a way out in this stupidly dense forest but they haven't come across any sort of help or anything helpful, and honestly, they're getting tired of it. Until suddenly, they see a rather tall man in a distance, wielding a spear (Tlacochtli) while facing the opposite direction. They think to themselves that he might be able to help or something. Though, he doesn't seem friendly…

…Maybe he's not a daily gentleman.