My name is Markus Cross. My name is Markus Cross. My name is Markus Cross. My name is Markus Cross. My name is Markus Cross. My name...

"...is Markus Cross," I said for the hundredth time.

Even Ivy didn't seem convinced. He just stared at me as we walked.

"Oh, come on!" I said. "That woman was just crazy."

"Naaaa," Ivy said, shaking his head slightly.

I rolled my eyes. "She's just trying to get in my head. I don't know what her plan is, but she's insane. Crazy." Ivy didn't respond.

"I mean, she was waiting in a dark forest in the middle of the night. That just screams 'wacko' to me."

Ivy shot me a quick glance, but said nothing.

"No, I'm not talking to myself! I'm talking to you!"

Ivy was not impressed. I was about to yell at him some more, when something rustled in the trees up ahead. I couldn't tell what it was from this distance; the sun had set a couple of hours ago, and I was relying on the moon and stars for light.

"Get ready, Ivy," I said. "I think something's coming!"