Andrew walks back through the forest. He is alone, and he is still practicing his name. "Andrew," he whispers. "Andrew, Andrew, Andrew."

"Um, who's Andrew?" He whirls around to see someone he has definitely never seen before. "And why is this forest so weird?" The kid peels a piece of pink moss off a rock and frowns at it. They're short and purple-skinned and shouldn't exist, Andrew knows it... but they do. "I hate this place," he mutters.

"You still haven't answered my questions," the kid says, bouncing up and down on their heels. "Who's Andrew? And why the hell are the squirrels purple?" 

"Why are you purple?" Andrew yells. "How did you even get here? Who are you?"

"Nuh-uh," the purple kid says, arms crossed in front of their chest. "Answer my questions first."

"Andrew's my name- but everyone calls me Luce," Andrew adds on quickly. "And I don't know why this forest is so weird. So why are you purple, and who are you?"

The kid shrugs. "I don't know why I'm purple. I mean, why are you pink? And the name's Quinn."