At first, he didn’t understand what he was looking at. Most of the animals he had known before the long sleep were gone. In their place were foreign monstrosities that hunted him everywhere. He dearly missed his friends, but there had been no sign of them in the cave he had awoken in, not even their capsules, which did give him some hope they were out here somewhere.

  His dreams had also changed. In them, he found himself walking across the terrain he now traversed, slowly making progress towards an unnamed presence that promised real answers to why their quest had ever started. Despite the weariness he felt deep within his body, the no-longer-so-small frog pressed on.

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  Deep inside him, the connection that had been forged between himself, Crocodile, and Bird still burned, and he trusted that to mean they yet lived. He would find them one day, but for now, he knew he must follow his dreams.