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"We haven't arrived yet."

"Really?" Nyx looked out over the silent forest.

"Yeah. We're not even halfway there.."

Nyx clambered back down the tree. She had more pine needles in her hair, but she didn't notice. "Well? Let's go."

"If you think Montana's got tourist traps, you haven't seen shit," Beckett said. "You ever been to Wisconsin Dells or to Pigeon Forge? Now those are tourist traps." He'd never been a fan of the Dells and all of its waterparks and whatnot. He'd prefer to travel to Door County or even to Michigan's upper peninsula, somewhere calmer and more secluded.

They got to the tourist trap. The name of it was Zephyr's Cabin.

"We're here!"

"What is it?" Nyx asked. Her cheeks were whipped pink by the cold, breath steaming, and the pine needles in her hair made her look somewhat reminiscent of a hedgehog.

"It's Zephyr's Cabin, Paradox Vortex's tourist trap!"

"Yes, I know that. But what exactly makes it a tourist trap?"

"Just walk inside." The whole inside of it was looking to steal every penny you got, and it was ran by a old, yet youthful woman named Alexandra. She was about 50 years old.

Beckett rolled his eyes, and leaned against the wall of the cabin. Why anyone was bothering with some ridiculous tourist trap when there were plenty of paths around was a mystery to him. It almost reminded him of home, or where he wished his home was, anyways. He fished out his packet of cigarettes from his pocket and somehow managed to light one, after making sure that Peppermint was out of his line of sight. He didn't want the kid to pick up his habit.

"Hello, Alexandra!" He said to Alexandra, the owner.
"Ah, hello Vozreal!" She sounded like a ghost

"I'd rather be back with Robert the tree," Nyx murmured.

"I was just showing these people… where are they…"
"I get it! You don't wanna spend time with a old woman like me…"
"No no, ms Silver, that's not it at all!" He said.
"Actually, I'll come back another day…" He said, leaving.

He climbed up on Steve the youthful tree.
"Hello, Mr. Rafter!"
"Hello Steve! How are you and Robert getting along?" Steve sounded hoarse.
"Very good!"

Nyx watched, half-amused, as Vozreal hoisted his tall, lanky frame up Steve the tree, then followed suit. This was better than some old cabin any day.

(He's quite the tall lad)
"Hello, Robert!" Steve said.
"Heyo, Stevie!"
The trees conversed. You know, like trees normally do. What, your trees don't talk to each other?

Beckett took a drag on his cigarette, then heard a low voice resonate throughout the forest. He coughed, barely managing not to drop the cigarette, and looked around.
The trees were talking, which was ridiculous since trees weren't supposed to talk.
They're not talking, you idiot, he scolded himself. This is just like the girl and the lake. It's not real. You're hearing things that aren't there.
He shook his head rapidly, but the noise was still there. Besides, Vozrael was talking to one of them. And while he had several doubts about the older man's sanity, surely Nyx would be freaking out if the tree wasn't talking back.

"Yes, we talk!" Steve and Robert said to Beckett. Trees can read minds. Normal tree things.

Nyx, upon seeing Beckett's expression, began to giggle.

Beckett dropped his cigarette, crushed it under his heel, and walked out of the forest. What the fuck was happening? Why couldn't one goddamn thing in his life just be normal? The idea of anyone–anything–reading his mind, knowing the things he didn't want anyone to-
He found a rock and sat on it, drawing his knees up to his chest. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions but to no avail. Tears slid down his cheeks, and he wiped at them with his sleeve.

"What's his deal?" Robert asked about Beckett.