Apple had been on the verge of a nervous breakdown all week. With all the posts going up about missing parents and all the news he was just freaking. A few key things had set him off. Something about living in a shell, it reminded him of the myths and scary stories, the legends his father had always told them when they were kids. He researched like he always researched but Native American legends were hard to come by and he just couldn't bring himself to ask his dad to explain faerie stories to him again at such a hard time.

He kept to himself, venturing off only to see Janis or buy some green from Charlie but sitting in his room by himself wasn't helping him get his mind off things. It wasn't helping anything at all, so with his pipe and little of his stash stowed away in his pocket he walked out of Rienzi and strolled toward the woods.

As he wandered through the woods with his head in the clouds he was barely focusing on where he was going. He tripped and stumbled a little on a high raised root and barely caught himself before crashing to the ground. "Fuck," he said looking back at the root. He couldn't remember ever having tripped in these woods. His head really was out of it today. "Oh" he said realizing he wasn't alone in the woods.

"Hey," he couldn't be sure which Shaw it was, but all things considering he ventured a guess at Leon.