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Over a tree root and flat onto his face falls a little boy. This little boy is ten years old and he has never been more determined. He has also never been more frustrated. He doesn't move from where he's fallen, his cheek pillowed in the sour-smelling moss.
"I'm lost," he moans, pushing his face into the ground. He can't believe it. He'd spent the last four days planning out his route, poring over an outdated map with a dull pencil and a protractor. Just because he had no idea what a protractor was supposed to do didn't mean he couldn't use one. It made him feel grown-up. With his mommy so sick, being grown-up was a necessity that he was more than willing to embrace.
He sits up after a moment, pulling the crumpled map from his backpack for the ninth time in the past half hour. He smooths it on the ground in front of him and flips it right-side-up, wishing there was a magical YOU ARE HERE sticker that followed him wherever he went.
[[ Sam; 1 ]]