Paper slowly kept walking, and walking, and walking. The two had been wandering around the forest for a while now, about an hour if his sense of time is correct. The crunch of dry leaves beneath his feet began to get a bit repetitive. He occasionally looked around the forest, searching for a familiar face. The two of you were looking for an exit to the forest, or preferably, our friends. 'And maybe not Looseleaf, though he'd be pretty useful right now...' Paper thought. He occasionally glanced back at you, making sure you were alright.

The silence was loud, the air tense. "Where do you... think we are?" He asked quietly, trying to start a conversation.