The Other Ring.

Help From A Brother

Jane: Trent!

Trent: Hey, Janey. How's Baltimore?

Jane: Frustrating. Has Wind come home?

Trent: Nah, haven't seen him. Isn't he with you?

Jane: No! We've looked all over the city for him, and we can't find him. We've tried the jails, the hospitals, the bars.

Trent: Did you look at the cabin?

Jane: What are you talking about?

Trent: That place Mom and Dad used to take us when we were little, for those 'nature experiences'?

Jane: Trent, I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

Trent: Oh, yeah, that's right; you weren't around yet. Or maybe you were just too small to remember. Mom and Dad used to take us to this cabin in the middle of nowhere so we could get in touch with nature, away from everything man-made. They built it with some friends of theirs back in the late sixties, when they were trying to start a commune. No TV or phones, and we even had to catch our own food and cook it over a fire. They didn't even let me bring my guitar because they said it would interfere with the music of nature. God, we hated that place.

Jane: What about Wind, Trent?

Trent: Oh, yeah. He was the only one of us who really liked it. He told me once that he still goes up there, when he needs to get away from everything.

Jane: Where is it?!

Trent: Whoa, Janey. Be cool. I don't know where it is. We stopped going when I was still pretty young, and I haven't been back since. All I know is that it's way out in the woods, a long drive from Baltimore.

Jane: Thanks, Trent. You've been a big help.

Trent: Cool. See ya, Janey.

Jane: Bye, Trent.