It is pitch black and Julian is alone in the woods, and yet neither of these things explains the pure terror that is running through his being. He is afraid, deathly afraid, but he can't remember of what, and that might be the worst part of all. He has no weapon, no comm badge, no landing party team... there was no memory of arriving here, of a 'before.' All he knows is that his heart rate is elevated, his breathing erratic, and that he has an intense desire to hide. But where?

"Just keep moving. Makes you harder to catch, harder to find, harder to kill. Just keep moving until we find someplace that feels safe," a voice whispers near him. Something brushes against his leg, and Julian reaches out a hand to run his fingers through the soft fur as if it were second nature. "Agamede," he murmurs, the name coming. "It's you." Even though Julian can't quite remember how he knows her, the dream in which they met floats somewhere in the back of his mind and along with a sense of calm. The fennec fox snuggles up closer to him, and he doesn't question her company with him here in these strange woods. He is whole with her. "Run," Agamede reminds him. "Or they...it? Will find us. I don't think we have any more time. They're close."