River moved through the wood growing tired and feeling certain she was utterly lost.  Just as she was about to give up and take a seat on the cold ground she caught scent of something familiar on the wind.  "Gingerbread?"  She followed the smell a few hundred meters to the east.  Sure enough there was a cottage right there in the woods where the smell of Gingerbread grew strongest.<br/><br/>Putting her black hair up in a hastily formed bun, she ruffled out the wrinkles in her skirt and sighed at the sight of the large tear in her sweater.  She had been wandering these woods for so long since losing her school group her uniform was dirty and the tear in her sweater was only made bigger from her unwittingly pulling on a thread.  She was by no means presentable but her phone was dead and she needed to call home.<br/><br/>She could only hope someone was in there and that they had a phone.  She approached around the side and peeked into a window.  She could see a fireplace and comfortable looking furniture.  It looked so cozy and warm she immediately went to the door and knocked. "Hello?  Is anyone in there?"