Three days had passed since the garden was seemly closed once again. The gang had stuck around making sure the island was free of the Moss. With no signs of any sort of trouble on the fourth day, it was decided to pack up. Emil had his small rucksack by his side as he stood by the river looking pissed off. He held a pebble, growling he chucked the pebble into the water. "Emil."
Emil turned, seeing Zinnia with her cape wrapped around her neck like a scarf. "We've been looking for you."
"Sorry, I just needed to take a moment to breathe. I just can't help but feel like shit."
"I don't blame you for what happened. You were afraid."
"Ha. I wasn't afraid; I was bloody selfish, not wanting to risk my life for someone else. Not just that but Alton and Scarlett still haven't shown. They could be dead or taken by the garden, and I don't know. I didn't do anything."