Back when you were younger, you used to live in herkleton. Spending your time playing in the neighborhood hood creek, which was where you had made a friend, named David. He was a small kid back then, ran around in a bucket hat and sleeves that were a bit too long for him, usually hanging out with his equally nerdy friends, but occasionally you as well, ushally when his other friends weren't around. You two got along pretty well, but eventually, you had to move…

its been a good few years since then, your in your late teens, and family moved back into the familar town… you were getting used to the place again, seeing what had changed… eventually venturing into the creek again, noticing how the place was still somewhere the kids hung out… it was good to know somethings dont change… though you quickly noitced three older kids, or rather three nerdy teens, which seemed vaguley familar… seems like some people can't let go of their childhood.

but as they were leaving, one guy, the one wearing some viking helment, had... walked straight into a tree, knocking his helmemt off an— oh my god, is that david. It has to be… scruffy hair and prominent front teeth, that's why that voice was so familiar... and walking into a tree was in character for the david you remembered.