Twisted Slough I'm going back to 505

Unlike Boone, the boy found some comfort in the similarities between the unknown man's stories and his own.

Memories too had returned to him upon seeing his resemblance to his father; he was sure once they reached the isle it would only increase tenfold.

A quirk of his brow, Matteo followed in his pawsteps as a frog croaked nearby. He must have returned to the hinterlands for a reason. "Is that why you came back, to reminisce?" The boy supposed that wasn't too far from the truth of his own visit.