Good Days

Oh, Good days.

Hope
Its been a year, one year, since the town collapsed.

A year since I nearly starved to death.

A year........

A whole year.

I've stayed under a tree.

The tree that I talked to when I was lonely.

The only comfort tree I could come to.

And theres a jammer.

A real jammer standing in front of Club Geoz. I grabbed the last hat, none are left, Little Jammer.

Oh? Thats not what you want? What do they want?

Oh-

They want to build it back.

I totally agree.

My well worn hooves can't seem to make it, can't walk it.

Her paws are freshly cleaned, her clothes are washed.

Theres no water in Jamaa.

She's glowing-!

I see now.

She is Mira, to bring hope back.

To bring us back.

Sickness
Ahh, the wonderful world.