The way his father made him little wooden toys. The night quickly turns into day and the wind calms down. Jason wakes up to the sound of birds and the smell of morning. He sits down and stretches his aching body. "I just want to go home." he says in a sweet voice. He gets up and dusts off some of the dirt stuck to his body from sleeping on the cold, hard ground. He takes a few steps out of the cave looking around and starts walking west of the hill into more woods but the trees seem to be further away than his last trail. As he walks away from the hill he begins to notice the leaves changing color to green during the night. “Strange,” he says to himself. Jason continues walking past tree after tree, his mouth starting to dry. He looks around briefly 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 as he encounters a small stream. He kneels down, puts his hands in the water and brings it to his mouth, taking a much-needed sip. He drinks his fill and gets up. Jason starts again. He begins counting the trees as he passes them. "One tree, two trees, three trees, four." He quickly gets bored and starts humming to himself. Then suddenly he hears a faint whisper of men talking. He looks around wildly, breaking into a run as he tries to follow the voices. They become stronger with each passing step. He quickly reaches a dirt road: "I know this road!" he shouts with joy “I know, I know!” He starts running down the street laughing loudly singing out loud “I'm back! I am home!" She arrives at his house and finds it just as she remembers it. He shouts “I'm back! Mom! Dad!" and runs into the house, throwing open the door. He runs into the living room and finds no one. Still screaming that he's back, he runs upstairs to his parents