The way his father made him little wooden toys. Night quickly turns into day and the wind dies. Jason wakes up to the sounds of birds and the smell of morning. He sits down and stretches his aching body. “I just want to go home.” he said in a soft voice. He gets up and brushes off some of the dirt that has stuck to his body from sleeping on the cold, hard floor. He takes a few steps out of the cave looking around and starts walking west of the hill towards more woods but the trees seem to be further away than his last path. As he walks away from the hill, he begins to notice that the leaves have changed color and turned green overnight. “Weird” he said to himself. Jason continues walking, passing tree after tree, his mouth starting to dry up. He glances around briefly to look for something to drink when he hears the faint sound of water. Jason begins to head towards the sound, the water getting louder and louder as he gets closer when he comes across a small stream. He gets on his knees, puts his hands in the water and brings it to his mouth, taking a well-deserved sip. He drinks his fill and gets up. Jason does it again. He begins to count the trees as he walks past them. “One tree, two trees, three trees, four.” He quickly gets tired of it and starts humming to himself. Then all of a sudden he hears a faint murmur of men talking. He looks around wildly, starting to run as he tries to follow the voices. They become stronger with each passing step. He quickly arrives on a dirt road: “I know this path! » he shouts with joy "I know it, I know it!" He starts running down the road laughing and chanting loudly “I’m back!” I'm at home ! He arrives home to find him as he remembers. He shouts “I’m back!” Mom! Dad!" and runs into the house opening the door. He runs into the living room and finds no one there. Still shouting that he is back, he runs upstairs to his parents.