Oz was up with the first rays of sunshine reaching over the horizon. The rest he received was enough to carry him through this day. Time was slipping by and Oz could not afford to let any more go to waste. He had taken the opportunity to take a few things with him, all of which were stuffed into a bag he carried over his shoulder. Spare clothes, some rations for travel, a bedroll; the essentials he needed for travel.

	Joshua would be remembered but there would have to be a dedicated time for him later. If ill befell Angelica, Joshua's loss would be for nothing. Oz paused at the edge of town to utter a quiet promise for his benefactor. "Josh. I did all I could last night." He was honest with himself but that didn't stop him from feeling down over the matter, who wouldn't? "I failed and I can't promise I won't fail again." Oz gripped he fist tightly and looked up at the clear, red sky. "Yet I can promise that I will find Angelica and if I can't bring her to safety... If I can't save her.." He paused, looking down at his feet. After a moment of resolve he looked back to the burning sky and spoke with conviction. "Then I will spend my life making it right!" Oz turned away from town and started marching.

	Through the forest to the south was his best bet. He could go until the road varied and hopefully not get lost after that. Growing up around farming, logging and hard labor taught Oz the ins and outs of what was needed to survive out here. He had not, however, been down here for quite some time. The forest had a tendency to change when you left it alone. That was good for hunting, bad for most everything else. The sun had ascended but the density of the trees provided much shade. It felt like a relaxing walk. Nevertheless, Oz thought about what Angelica must be going through.