Somewhere through his delirium, Sacha got the impression that he moved. It must be a trick of his mind though because he could have sworn that...an army of leaves carried him away. He closed his eyes, deciding that this must be the end. Finally, the vertigo feeling left him as if he stopped moving, though he couldn't have really been moving in the first place. Everything felt warm though, so warm. He blinked his eyes open for a second, taking in the surroundings of the forest without really taking them in. His eyes met that of the earth creature. After a second of staring, his eyes slid closed again before he slid into a deep sleep.

Sacha didn't know for how long he slept, but when he did wake, it was with a painful start, his legs jerking with action, knowing they needed to escape their horrible death. Except, the blizzard was gone, the angry townsfolk of his dreams were gone. Sacha stared at a soft bed of leaves that looked far too purposefully placed to be coincidence. Especially since he did not remember getting here. Which left, only one explanation. "Have I died...?"