Gyro sighed, his grip on his steed's reigns tightening. He had somehow managed to get separated from Johnny again, and now he and his horse, Valkyrie, were making their way through a wet marsh.

He sat atop Valkyrie, gently stroking her mane every once in a while. All was well, and the chances of finding Johnny were high— until Valkyrie suddenly stopped in her tracks, letting out a scared whinny. Curiously, he looked up in an attempt to find what caused such a reaction, only to see you.