Third Person POV:

A few weeks had passed since the incident. The Woodland was starting to be rebuilt and Darryl seemed extra grateful to have Zak around again. He was hugging him whenever he had the chance! Zak asked Darryl why he'd been so clingy but Darryl never replied to it. Right now, Darryl, Zak, Ant, Velvet, Nikki, Jack, Evelyn, and Andrew were gathered at a table; Evelyn had gathered them all there. "Okay, so," Evelyn started.

"We all know about the bombing of course." They nodded. "But we don't know who did it. We need to find who did it!" Evelyn exclaimed. "How do you expect us to try that? We've had guards search the Woodland and they couldn't find anyone!" Nikki responded. "Yeah, well, they couldn't find anyone in the Woodland, but did we think to check anywhere else?" said Velvet. "Where else are we supposed to check? Greenland?" Evelyn commented. Ant groaned. "It's gotta be that black-figure person everyone's been talking about. If they were camping out in Greenland, don't you think there would have been a sighting by now?" said Evelyn.

"Well where else do we search then?!" Jack shouted, frustrated. "I don't know . . . ," Ant replied, his hands on his head. "Wait!" Zak exclaimed. "There's an island not too far from Greenland, maybe that's where they're staying." The group started to feel a little hope — maybe they could find the person.

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