Testaments of Dedication

The doc was reliving his memories, his sweet time in the Aspens, a pack full of simplicity and good tidings. A place full of dudes and dudettes, just like, if not thouroughly similar to himself. A smile flicked in his emerald eyes, as he replied.

"I sail from a little grove in some woods a few months away from here, that goes by the name of Aspens. It didn't really have a hardcore name, and everybody's last name was Aspen. Everything was slow and steady, no wars, just peace, love, and happiness. Then, I left."

Woah, you're not gonna tell her, bro?
Nah. Save it for a rainy day or somethin.
Alright then.