Gale woke up in the cave. A warm fire glowed in the darkness and the smell of cooked fish greeted him. His clothes were hanging against the wall, drying by the heat of the fire. <I recognize this place.> He thought to himself.<br/>"How?"<br/>He spoke out quietly, his eyes looking around the cave he knew so well and where he had lived for the past few months.<br/>"Who?"<br/>Gale said as he saw someone on the other side of the fire. Gale slid back under the tatty blanket and hid his head, hoping that the stranger hadn't seen him.