Forrest and Fern had managed to come back this far without much trouble. They hadn't talked a lot; because it was, well, quite embarrassing for both of them. But Forrest was deeply grateful because Fern was acting very protective, checked whether there was anyone around to hide from, and helped him morally by not laughing once. He didn't know how to thank her, but he knew he had to. Not only her protection, but she had also offered him her robes. She probably didn't want to be friends with a boy whose trousers were horribly torn, but he considered her as one of her dearest friends.

Her robes were rolled tightly around his waist to hide his torn trousers, so he looked a little ridiculous, but at least his leg wasn't visible. They had made it this far. Surely this was his lucky day?