it is a small concrete walled room with a single light hanging from the ceiling. it is slightly chilly and the air is damp and smells of rain and mildew. there is a bed made up of only a mattress and box-springs, with wrinkled, yet clean white sheets. there is a large iron door with a series of large security locks.
the forest has many tall trees with slender trunks. the trees are just sparse enough to feel roomy and uncrowded. it is bright outside and the canopy turns the light a bright green, except in the places where the canopy is broken, this gives the appearance of thick yellow raindrops.
the path is thick enough for only one person to walk on it at a time. it winds around gently, and is flat and easily navigated. if it werent for the fact that it is worn so deep into the ground, the trail would be barely visible. the path is well traveled, yet not abused, and gives a definite feeling of solitude.
it is a rushing stream, flowing quickly, but not with a dangerous current or undertow. the water is crisp and clear, it flows over rounded stones. it is the perfect temperature for wading, bathing and swimming, it ranges from half a foot to four feet deep, with gently swirling pools. the stream is surrounded by sandy banks and forest on both sides.
it is a green canteen, made of plastic, small, with a lid it is filled with clean, pure water. the water is still cold.
the key is small, silver in color, shines and appears to be new, with no scratches. it seems to go to a house lock, like any normal door would have. it has no key ring on it.