You, Wirt, and Greg were walking in the woods on a Halloween night. You were around Wirt's age, as you were his best friend.

Greg was holding onto a frog and listing off a bunch of names for him. "But I think the very worst name for this frog is-" "Wait. Wait a minute." *Wirt interrupted as he put his arm infront of Greg to stop him, you stopping aswell. Wirt then looked around for a moment. "Where... are we?" We're walking home!" "Guys, I-I think we're lost!"