Jeffery awoke. His back was wet. Wait, wet? Jeffery sat up. Too fast, in fact, as he quickly became dizzy and had to lie down in the grass to regain his balance. Wait, grass? Where was he? He got up and looked around. He was in a clearing in the woods, surrounded by large trees that created a thin canopy. The grass was fresh with dew.

It was fall back home, almost winter, so where was he? He then heard the sound of running water, and followed the sound. It led him down a long path through these strange woods. He heard birds chirping and squirrels scurrying up trees. He found it strange that he could hear such small sounds. His senses seemed sharper than they had ever been.

When he got to the end of the path, he saw the small stream that he had heard. On a large rock beside the stream was the old man, sitting. The man hummed some words. Jeffery was surprised to find he could make out some of the words. He was even more surprised when the man started to rise up off the rock into the air.