Floki's eyes fluttered open and were greeted by the beautiful clouds in the early morning sky, which sent a nostalgic wave of peace through his mind, reminding him of his early morning jogging routine back on Earth.
Nevertheless, the peace could not balance his troubled heart, as he was constantly reminded of the horror he had witnessed.
"YOUNG CHIEF!"
"CHIEF FLOKI!"
"SAVIOUR!"
His thoughts were broken as several screams blasted into his ears from around him, and he was quickly surrounded.
Anton, Jabba, and the women he had rescued, who were now covering their bodies with makeshift clothes made out of leaves, stood over him with relief washing over their faces.
"You guys..." Floki let out in a weak voice, as his body was still clearly tired.
Then a hand suddenly came from above his head and caressed his face warmly.
Only after the hand began caressing his face did he realise he was currently resting his head on the lap of a woman.
