Alana's mind flew through a slideshow of memories from her childhood, all of them involving Felix. When he would congratulate her on winning a sports game, birthday parties, helping him with bullies, study nights, and finally his last words, as the images faded from her mind a single tear slipped down her cheek and she whispered into the emptiness. "Goodbye..."

Martin finally returned to camp and sat parallel from Mark, shuffling his knees up to his chest as he shivered from the cold. "Hey." He mumbled as he closed his eyes and only concentrated on the crackling of flames.

Alana finally stood up and began making her way back to the camp site.

Arland finally returned with three, dark red flowers which he passed into Mark's open hands. "Thanks." He muttered as he stood, waiting for Alana to return before beginning.

Alana arrived out of the treeline and looked between them, giving a soft wave.

Mark stood with a straight face as he stood on top of a tree stump, "Felix." He said, solemnly, inhaling before speaking, holding back the tears which beckoned to burst free from his pupils. "Mögest du immer sein. Können Sie innerhalb sein. Mögest du für immer sein." He said as he held each flower of the fire which crackled upwards, spiralling toward the red objects. "May you be always!" He shouted as he dropped one of the flowers, "May you be within!" Another flower dropped into the combination of red, orange and blue.

"May you be forever." He then said as he dropped the last flower. The flames then roared upwards before extinguishing itself, leaving Martin, Arland, Mark and Alana in complete darkness.

Alana closed her eyes and for just one instant she could have sworn she felt someone hug her, the familiar smell of Felix wafted around her, then as soon as it had appeared, it was gone and she was left, alone and cold...

Mark then held both of his hands out, gesturing for everyone around the dead camp fire to link hands.

Alana slowly went over to him, taking Mark's right hand in her left and held her right one out for Martin.

Martin took her hand and then linked hands with Arland, who linked hands with Mark. Mark then began humming something his humming elevating at points, then lowering in beat. The scent of the flowers which had been burnt was then wafted toward them and the fire came back to life, the flame now completely red - the same colour as the flowers.

Alana stared in awe and she felt tears well in her eyes, Felix would have loved this.

Mark then let go of Arland and Alana's hands and stepped back, gulping in the fresh fragrance. "We'll end this for you, Felix." He said as he dismissed the tears which rolled down his cheeks, "I promise we will kill the one behind all this... and we'll restore peace." He then sat down on the tree stump and sighed.

Alana watched as the flames slowly returned to their normal color and sighed as she slumped to the ground, holding herself.

Martin then sat on the ground, followed by Arland who sat. They kept in silence for a few minutes, merely listening to the sound of the fire which aimlessly crackled.

Alana slowly brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, setting her forehead on her knees, wanting to hide from the world for a while.

"What happens now?" Arland finally broke the silence as he looked up at the twinkling stars.

Alana looked up at him and said. "We sleep. We'll move at dawn."

Martin nodded as he laid back on one of the cut down logs, Mark doing the same. "I'll guard the camp." Arland said as he jumped up into a tree and perched himself between two branches, looking down at his three comrades.

Alana curled up on the ground, shivering in only a tank top now that she'd given Martin her hoodie. She closed her eyes but she already knew she wasn't getting any sleep tonight.

The night dragged on and Arland and Mark exchanged guarding the camp site until the first sign of dawn painted through the sky, orange and yellow streaking through the black.

As the sun went up, so did Alana, she didn't get a wink of sleep last night so she was the first one up besides Arland who was on duty.

Arland jumped from the tree, holding a knife which he placed back into a holster around his waste. "Alana, wake the others up." He said.

Alana nodded tiredly and went to shake Mark awake.

Mark woke abruptly, his eye flickering and blinking rapidly, "Something wrong?" He asked, propping his body on his elbow.

"I don't know, Arland told me to wake you, guess it's time to go." She moved on to Martin.