Dust in the Tower

[Dust]

The fog horn blows and yanks Dust free from his mind. He looked around like he was lost, making the older gentlemen laugh at him. Wolf gives him a sheepish smile, then looks at the closing in island. It was at this point that he reached into his pocket for the map, only to have to stand up at his full height which startled a few people. He started patting away at his pockets. It struck him at the same time the fog horn let out again, that he left the map to the place in the pocket of his shorts that had been stolen...

"Crap..." He managed, as the groups of people began to stand up and slowly mill around him.

The older man stayed. "Did you lose something, son?"

"Yeah... My map."

"Map? You hunting treasure as well as looking for your Doll?"

Dust looked down at the elderly man, frowning and then shaking his head. He couldn't help but laugh. "N-No... I had a map that some people drew for me. Directions to this tower."

"Bah." The man said, waving him off and getting up. Waving him off especially hard when he tried to help him up. "I can take you there. No problem."

"A-Are you sure? I don't want to take up any of your time." Dust argued, trying to be polite but he kind of really wanted the help.

"No waste in time, it's on my way." He assured, then began to leave, stopping to wave the kid to follow. Dust did.