It is warm, but not too warm, just about right. It is in a rustic cabin somewhere in the middle of nowhere. I am lying in a simple bed, there is a single dressing table and chair in the far corner.

It is a dense forest, with a great deal of overgrowth. The trees are so dense as too make it somewhat dark. It is like the forests in Oregon.

It is narrow, just a strip of ground with no vegetation, really. It is easy to walk along, one just needs to pay attention.

It is a small, quick moving stream. Not more than a couple of inches deep. The water itself is cool and very clear.

It is a canteen. Like anyone can buy at any army surplus store for $5. It is barely used, no rust at all.

It is old and rusted. It is one of those old-time type keys, you know with the large handles and little teeth on the one end. Perhaps it opens some hidden door somewhere.