Troy walked slowly into the forest, determined to find the best fruit he could. While picking, he was filled with guilt, knowing that he was dangerous. But it wasn't him, it wasn't and he knew that for sure. Suddenly, whispers fill his ears, they chant and scream, a vision of jumping flames, what was happening to him? It stops and Troy shakes them from his thought and picks a large pile of assorted fruits. Apples, berries, every fruit he could find. He looks at them and is happy with what he has done, walking back to Mary and Aiden.