Far Up North

Alex could have taken a plane, as a small airport in this village served mostly private plane owners with Cessnas and the like. But there was an issue with this.

Along with his smashed phone, his wallet had also disappeared from his pockets.

He had no cash or card, and his only other way to access his accounts was in pieces in the bottom of his torn-up clothes pockets.

Lady luck had not been smiling on him during his time unconscious, and this ticked him off a smidge. But there was nothing to do about it.

'I'll have to get myself new cards, a new phone, and a new wallet when I get home…' he mused, his face slightly grimacing.

The good news was that wherever it was, the chances of someone ever finding it were close to nil.

But it left him with very little options to get back home. And he hadn't wanted to bother the old forest guard more than he already had.

He would have to make do with his own means.