Sam had been walking side-by-side Oliver for awhile. They were heading back home. Oliver began to speak. "There's something I want to give you. It belonged to my other owner." Sam opened the door and pushed it open for Oliver. She gently closed it, the creaking still loud.

Sam had waited there for a minute or so before Oliver had come back dragging something in his mouth. He placed it in her hand. "She considered it good luck." Sam didn't know what to say, so she just nodded. She put the hood on. It feels... Nice... Sam suddenly felt weird.

- - -

Oliver went off to go to bed. Sam had planned to go back on the trail, but she couldn't leave Oliver by himself, so she thought writing him a letter could help. She looked around. No paper. She started to panic. She was pretty sure Oliver would not want her to go.

Sam decided to sit down and reconsider. She didn't know why she wanted to go back home, for it is an awful place indeed. She could stay here as long as she liked. It's lovely here, anyway. Sam couldn't make up her mind. Apparently going back home had some pros. She had a feeling that she couldn't keep Oliver.

So she found a paper.

- - -

It had been early morning. Sam woke up. A leaf pile started to form on her, and she scooted some off. She sat there for awhile. The beautiful leaves fell through the wind. The breeze carried them past Samantha. She grabbed some in the process. A smile had been on her face. She looked at her hand, and couldn't believe what she saw; the leaves had been brown. She quickly dumped the leaves onto the ground. They had been orange with red and yellow when she caught them.

"Miss, Miss? Are you lost, Miss?" Sam looked up.

"Oh, um-"

"Come, follow me."

Sam had followed a short guy who had looked like a mushroom. Sam had shrugged it off, given the fact that she met pumpkin people and a talking cat. Sam decided that it wasn't worth not following him.

The mushroom guy had led her to a grassy part of the forest. "Please, take a seat, Miss." Sam took a seat on a tree trunk. "I know you're not from around here." Sam had now been intrigued, and scared. "I didn't mean to startle you, Miss. Here, let me tell you my story from the beginning," he said, coughing. He pointed. "Over there is a cemetery." Sam looked. There was a cemetry. It had lots and lots of graves. "Each of us here is a ghost." Sam gasped. She started wondering if she killed herself after all. "Except for you, Miss." Sam sighed in relief. "We are lost souls. This forest is where some come to, but I don't know why." Sam shrugged.

Sam started to think. "But I don't know what reason brought you here." Sam started directly at the mushroom man. She felt like she had been zapped. She felt that she knew the answer. "What if I'm dreaming...?" The mushroom guy kept talking. "If you are, we don't know why." Sam went pale. Why am I here? Obviously either no one has noticed this place, it's all in my head, or I'm dreaming. Sam felt sick to her stomach.

She went ahead and went to the theory about this place being a dream. But if that was the cause, then why was she dreaming something about this? Such a wonderful place that she wished she could live in? She knew that her parents must have called the cops by now, and they were searching for her. But she knew she had to go back, and no one knew how. "Maybe following the trail..." The mushroom guy looked at her. "No one has ever done that. Including I. We believe that there is something bad all the way down there."

And then a chime rang. The mushroom man was off of his tree trunk like the speed of light. "Hurry, Miss. Hurry before it's too late." He held onto his hat and fled.