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Vincent nodded and headed into the sitting room, turning to Tessra. He sipped the coffee and it was incredible. "If you keep making coffee like this," he started, taking another sip, "I really might never leave. It's amazing, Tessra," he said to her, taking a seat and smiling.
As Jane explored the forest, she finally located a patch of singed grass and noticed a few scattered ashes. "What the hell is this?" she muttered to herself, kneeling down to the ground and scooping up some of the ashes with her fingers. She concluded that it must have been a tree, or some sort of foliage, because there simply wasn't enough for it to be anything human. She stood again, and noticed a path of disturbed grass, flat and squashed against the earth, most likely from being walked on. She debated on whether or not she should follow, but she did, tightly clutching the knife in its sheath on her thigh.