Watching Dex trudge through the Redwood trees was truly a sight to behold. While the legs strained to acheive the double feat of keeping its owner upright and moving forward, the enourmous backpack teeter-tottered in various directions, occasionally bouncing over obstacles like a trolley trundling down a flight of stairs. The overall effect was the visual equivalent of the<span style="font-style: italic"> cree-eeeak </span>of a tree about to fall over; you found yourself getting ready for the crash.<br/>While he nonchalantly performed those incredible balancing acts, the words to a song came to mind. Song? Chant? It really didn't matter- whatever tune it once carried had faded away in the confused depths of his memories. Only the words remained.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> All the little angels rise up, rise up... </span><br/><br/>His boots crunched on the nearly-new snow, lending a sort of rhythm to the unspoken words.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> All the little angels rise up high! </span><br/><br/>All the while the bloated backpack did not make a single sound, a single protesting rumble as it bounced and jerked unceremoniously through the air.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> How do they rise up, rise up, rise up? </span><br/><br/>If only he could remember the melody! It didn't feel right, this plodding monotone...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> How do they rise up, rise up h- </span><br/><br/>The song, along with the backpack, skidded to a silent halt.<br/>The trees had thinned somewhat to reveal a small clearing. In the middle of it was a fire, smouldering gently.<br/><br/>There were people around the fire.<br/><br/>Two people, actually. Or was it possibly three? While the giant figure hulking beside a bear carcass and the significantly smaller figure next to it definitely made two, he wasn't entirely sure if he should count the bloody heap sprawled near them as well. Was it a person? Did corpses count as people? He waved off the puzzling notion. No matter, no matter. He brightened visibly- finally, people! People meant customers, and customers meant new things, and new things meant... meant.... he wasn't entirely sure what it meant, but it should be something good.<br/><br/>But first things first, he needed to clear something up.<br/>He knocked on a nearby tree, trying to get their attention, then spoke out loud to the strangers:<br/>"Hallo, hallo! ...Is Goldilocks here?"