The 4 of them exit into the landscape. To be more precise, they walk onto someone's front lawn.

Mischief is kneeling in the dirt, planting flowers.

She doesn't even question Orpheus and the gang.

Orpheus walks off into the woods. It's perfectly navigatable. The grass is just right, and there are tons of colorful flowers everywhere. There is no issue with simply walking around!

No animals, no bugs, just the lovely sound of birds chirping and tweeting.

Oleander is VIBING. "This is nice!"

"Someone’s really good at landscaping..." Lock mumbles as she looks around.

“Envy is rather nice.” Cole glances around.

A lot of trees. There's a bunch of log cabins around a lake in the distance.

Lock’s ears perk up at seeing the cabins.

Orpheus keeps walking, she'd have to stop him if she wants to go there.

Lock is a pansy and says nothing.

Well, they keep walking out into the woods. Deeper and deeper. The grass is beginning to get darker, and more overgrown. The oak trees are getting denser. The sky is getting darker, just a bit. Like the sun is setting.

"So what is this place?" Oleander asks curiously.

Cole stays quiet and keeps walking.

"Where are we even going?" Lock sounds tired of walking.

"This place? Envy. Layer 5. We're heading to an abandoned radio tower. One of the like... Infinite ones here. They go out in the 4 cardinal directions and just, repeat that way forever." Orpheus explains.

"Radios live in towers?" Lock asks.

"They're used to broadcast signals," Orpheus explains.

Cole facepalms audibly.

"Oh is this the furry hell some of you guys are from?" Oleander asks.

"Yeah." Orpheus says.

“We're in hell right now?" Lock asks.

"Yeah." Orpheus replies.

“Oh.” Lock says.

"It's a good hell, trust me there are good and bad hells,” Cole explains.

Oleander looks around curiously as they walk.

Orpheus stops suddenly. "Everybody stop for a bit." They're right outside the radio tower! It looks very... surprisingly not destroyed. The door is unlocked. It's like a radio station building with a tower built in y'know.

Oleander stops and looks over the tower. "So what now?"

Cole stops and leans on his cane while staring at the radio tower.

"Looks less like a radio and more like just a tower.” Lock says.

Orpheus places down the radio. "Oleander, follow me. Cole and Lock, enjoy the fresh air for now." Orpheus walks into the tower.

"Alright." Oleander follows.

The inside of the tower is very well-kept. No dust, no cobwebs, no overgrowth... There are tons of early-mid 2000s radios, computers, and misc electronic junk. Lots of scrap.

Orpheus walks into the room and turns around. "Ok. Oleander. You see those boxes?" He points at the empty wooden crates.

Oleander nods.

"Put all the radios and wires and junk in them. Pleaaase?" Orpheus hits Oleander with the puppy dog eyes.

Oleander nods. "Sure." And gets to work! As he does he seems to have something on his mind.

Orpheus goes to leave but NOTICES. "What're you thinking about?"

"I uh... I have to leave soon. Go to the path with Daniel. I'm not sure how to tell the others..." Oleander admits.

"...Hm. That's interesting. I'd say just like… Say it. And go. Keep a line of communication, maybe?"

Oleander nods. "I will I just... I've never really said goodbye before. I'm scared too."

"It's not that scary if you don't mean it. Even if you think you won't come back, add a "For now." For insurance! For hope." Orpheus says.

Oleander nods. "Yeah... good idea."

"Yeah." Orpheus pauses before exiting the tower.

Lock looks at Cole with the intent to kill.

Cole slowly looks over at Lock. “What?”

"What?" Lock repeats.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Cole asks.

"Like what?" Lock asks.

“Like you’re gonna kill something?" Cole says.

"No, I'm not.” Lock says.

"...sure.” Cole sighs as he looks around a little then goes back to looking at the radio tower.

Lock continues to stare.

Cole glances at Lock from the corner of his eye then back at the radio tower.

Lock stares.

Cole clears his throat and adjusts his overcoat.

Orpheus exits the tower and gives a hefty sigh."Hhh- HEY LOCK!" Orpheus clears his throat and walks over to Lock. “So, uhh... You're an axe fighter, right?"

Lock looks at Orpheus. "Is that what this is?" She gets out her hatchet.

"That's a hatchet," Orpheus says.

Cole watches with both hands on his cane

"So no, I'm a hatchet fighter.” Lock replies.

"But, hatchets and axes are basically the same??" Orpheus pulls a handaxe out of nowhere. "See? They're basically the same. Yours just has the lil.. Fuckinn." He dinks the hammer end of the hatchet. "That. For bashing."

"You can use that side?" Lock turns the hatchet to look at the flat hammer side.

"Yeah?? Just be careful not to axe yourself in the head when swinging. Like... fuckin. A fishing poll, y'know?" He reels back and then swings his axe down at the empty air. It makes a swoosh sound.

Lock goes to copy the motion and flings the hatchet at the ground.

Orpheus stares in horror. "Lock what the fuck did you just do?”

"...." Cole stares in concern

"What?" Lock asks.

Orpheus yanks the hatchet out of the ground. "Lock... Lock this isn't a throwing axe?? This hatchet is for like... Building. Tool. Close-quarter combat or whatever!! You're looking for like… FUCKING." Orpheus looks at Cole. "What was that one fucking weapon everybody tried to get frags with in Modern Warfare 2???"

Lock picks it up. "I don't see why not.” Lock chucks it a bit further. her hand catches on the grip and it hits the ground

“Throwing knife..." Cole says.

"NO??? FUCKING." Orpheus takes a deep breath. "Wait. I HAVE THE INTERNET IN MY BRAIN."

Cole chuckles.

"IT'S A FUCKING TOMAHAWK." Orpheus exclaims.

"Me too! We have so much in common.” Lock says.

Orpheus high-fives Lock.

"I never used that fuckin thing.” Cole says.

Lock doesn't high-five back.

Orpheus sighs and picks the hatchet back up.

"Cole, can you. Like.. Give. Us a tomahawk?? This is a learning moment. C'mon." Orpheus asks.

Cole snaps as a tomahawk appears and falls to the ground in front of Orpheus.

"Ok. Lock." Orpheus drops the hatchet and picks up the tomahawk. "You see this right? Straighter handle? Larger overall? Same-ish axehead?"

Lock nods.

Orpheus reels back and chucks it so hard into a tree it sends splinters everywhere. "That might've been too hard. BUT LIKE. SEE?? IT'S BETTER FOR THROWING."

"Woah..." Lock. stares at where it landed.

Orpheus runs over, yanks it out, and runs back. Hands it to Lock!

Lock takes it and chucks it. She has the worst aim known to man.

It lands on the ground. But it goes farther than the hatchet would've!

"... Have you considered simply hacking instead of throwing." Orpheus asks.

"I'm not good at typing…” Lock says.

"..." Orpheus looks at Cole with an expression of absolute disbelief.

Cole shrugs and winces slightly.

Orpheus sighs. "Lock, I mean like.." He swings with his axe!

Lock watches. She isn't understanding anything.

Cole sighs. “Like swinging the axe instead of throwing it, typically people call swinging an axe hacking...like hacking at a piece of wood.”

"Ohhhhhh…” Lock says.

"YEAH!” Orpheus exclaims.

"There ya go.” Cole smiles and nods.

"Does that make more sense?" Orpheus asks.

Locks hatchet reappears in her hand as she starts making the hacking motion. She swings it with both hands.

"...Lock. You're supposed to use one hand!!!" Orpheus exclaims.

"Why?" Lock keeps going.

“Easier to use and frees up your other hand to catch blades or hold onto a branch.” Cole leans forward on his cane slightly. “That and you can put more power behind each swing.”

"Or! Or! Just having a second hand to do something in general with. Like MY personal favorite is to GRAB someone and SKULLBASH THEM." Orpheus is getting rather joyous about this.

Lock smiles some. "That sounds good.”

Cole looks concerned.

"Yeahh!" Orpheus exclaims!

Lock looks at her hatchet and giggles some.

Oleander walks out. "Okay, I'm done!"

"Wooo! Ok so, first off follow me." Orpheus walks back inside, the others following.

Once inside the radio tower, Orpheus shuts the door, and puts his key in.. boom. Orpheus's living room. "Oleander, start carrying the crates through the door. Whady'all want for McDonald's??? I did promise it so."

Cole stares Orpheus dead in the eyes and mutters. “Mmm chez burger.” It's in that Roblox voice.

Lock drops and curls into a ball while shaking. "notmcdonaldsnotmcdonaldsnotmcdonaldsnotmcdonaldsnotmcdonalds"

"..Subway?" Orpheus asks.

Oleander starts carrying them like a good little boy.

"I do love inaccurately measured sandwiches.” Cole chuckles despite what Lock is doing.

Lock is crying. “Why is it so cold???"

Cole's ear flicks as he clears his throat. “It's perfectly warm..."

"We're getting Subway." Orpheus says.

Oleander finishes the crates and goes to Lock. "Lock are you okay??"

Cole looks at Orpheus with the face like hurry up-

Orpheus walks through the door.

Cole briskly follows as he looks towards the floor.

Lock collects herself over that amount of time and gets up "I'm good... I'm good.”

"Alright, " Oleander walks in, the others following.