By the time the clock struck 6 in the morning, the last light in the Lake house was finally turned off. Barbara Lake, a current medical student and recently divorced mother, had finally finished her theoretical career jobs, after a full day of housework and schoolwork, she could get a modest three hours sleep before having to wake up to make breakfast for the day .
Funny that Saturday morning, she would not sleep just a couple of hours as she was used to, but rather that a little one with disheveled hair and bright blue eyes had been in charge of sabotaging her alarm to make sure she slept as much as necessary. By the time the sky was turning to warm orange hues, Jim Lake Jr was already awake and active, ready to take on as much housework as a 6-year-old could do - all because Mommy could finally take a break!
Breakfast was the main thing, because a growing child just like his mother, a future doctor, had to eat well. From under his pillow he pulled out the magazine page he had ripped from his last visit to the dentist and as fast and quiet as he could go downstairs, he ran to the kitchen to collect all the ingredients that were in the magazine recipe.
It was an omelet, something he could easily do without causing a fire, lately he was helping his mom in the kitchen and taking on more and more chores in food preparation, so he was confident that there would be no problem at all with him taking care of breakfast for the day by himself.
Confident and with a smile on his lips, Jim turned on the coffee pot so that when his mother woke up he could receive her with a cup of hot coffee along with the omelet. He could already imagine his mom rested, eating without falling asleep at the table and without having to worry about having to clean or do any other chores. He could even take care of lunch if necessary! Today he just wanted her not to worry about a thing.
He was in the middle of whisking the eggs when he heard something that brought him out of his fantasies. A strange noise.
He leaned out to the stairs, his ears sharpening to make sure his mom hadn't got up. Nothing, absolute silence.
There was nothing in the living room either.
"It's nothing" He said to convince himself, it was still early and maybe his head was playing a trick on him for getting up early. Obviously the darkness that was still in the house and that did not allow him to see anything through the windows was not causing him any paranoia to be hearing noises, clearly not.
But then he heard the noise again, this time louder and accompanied by what sounded like falling boxes.
Now he was sure where the noise was coming from. The basement.
His first impulse upon hearing such noise from the place of his house that he was most afraid of was running towards the stairs to look for Mom, to seek her protection in her arms and between her sheets. But hearing her light snores through her door, just as he was about to turn the knob to enter, made him stop.
He was supposed to be doing this to get her to rest, it was supposed to be a surprise, if he ran with her because he was scared of a noise, his whole plan would be ruined. He released the knob and went back downstairs.
Again he heard noises coming from the basement.
He gulped.
“I am a big boy. I protect mom now. ” With shaky legs, Jim returned to the kitchen to take what he considered a good weapon against whatever was in the basement: the largest metal spoon in the drawer.
Armed with his spoon and accumulating as much courage as he could on his little chest, the boy slowly approached the door that led to the basement to turn the door handle with trembling hands, fearful that his movements would alert any monster behind it and get himself attacked the moment he opened it. He raised the spoon in front of him when the door was finally open, shrinking and closing his eyes to avoid seeing his enemy in the face, as if the metal utensil was enough to scare him.
A few seconds passed and nothing seemed to eat him, so he opened his eyes.
He only found the darkness of the steps. He breathed again, not realizing that he had stopped doing it, he sat on the first step with the spoon firmly against his chest, waiting again for something to happen.
Again, nothing.
"You can do this, Jim." He took a deep breath, inflating his chest with it in a gesture of pure determination, and began to descend slowly, one step at a time and without removing the spoon away from himself. He kept his eyes open, waiting for them to adapt to the darkness in order to find any sign of what that noise had been, his ears until now only caught the light grinding of the wood under its weight as he advanced.
He was already halfway up the stairs when he finally saw something. What he saw almost made him throw the spoon out of fear, but again, as if it were a sword worthy of a knight, he raised it in front of him, threatening whatever was staring back at him.
"W-Who's there?"
He could swear it, yellow eyes were staring at him as intently as he was staring at whoever was the owner of those eyes. But he was sure it wasn't remotely as scared as he was.
The growl that answered his question could assure it to him.
"W-Whoever you are, I-I'm not afraid of you!"
It was a raccoon, it must be a raccoon, whenever a strange noise was accompanied by bright and threatening eyes that stared at him from the forest, his mother always showed him that it was just a raccoon. This could not be different.
"I'm not afraid of you either"
Only that raccoons didn't speak.
He wanted to scream but the words were drowned in his throat, it had closed as a maximum security vault, with all the fear he was feeling his head only managed to tell his body to do one thing. He threw the spoon directly at the owner of those yellow eyes.
"What is this?" But his strength as a 6-year-old boy was not enough to cross the entire basement space to where the invader seemed to be, the utensil was halfway, in a neutral point of both where the light of the corridor still entered but the absolute darkness of the rest of the room began.
Jim felt himself shaking as he saw a hand approaching from the darkness, a blue hand. If he was not paralyzed before, now he was fused with the steps.
After the hand, an arm appeared, then another hand and little by little the body of the owner of those yellow eyes was revealed. In just seconds, the invader was fully revealed, all in order to smell a spoon he used to serve the stews.
It was ... A strange creature, clearly it was not a raccoon. Its skin was blue, but it had no texture of fur or scales or ... or skin, it was too smooth and firm. What was it made of? Another thing that drew attention more than the color of its skin, were the horns on its head, it had two pairs, two small on the top and some larger that waved slightly to the sides, they were a color similar to ivory. On his shoulders it also seemed to have protuberances, but they were not horns, they were slightly more translucent, it was noted by how the light that entered the basement interacted with these. Crystals? And… did he have more on his back?
"What are you?" He thought he had thought about it, but seeing the invader raise his head from sniffing the spoon to focus on him, he gulped at his loose tongue.
"Something you shouldn't be seeing" From the tone in which the blue creature spoke, it showed that he wanted to sound intimidating, aggressive, but even a small child like Jim could notice the shame that the slight tremor in his tone betrayed him.
"Then why am I seeing you?" He wasn't attacking him and seemed more interested in the spoon than in him, curiosity overcame any fear he had been feeling until now. He was a boy with a nascent streak for adventure. Could you blame him?
"... Because I failed to go unnoticed to enter your house" Now yes, the shame was more obvious. The invader dropped to his butt on the ground, taking the spoon in his hands to continue sniffing it.
"Why did you come into my house?"
"Because the sun is already rising" And the question that Jim was going to ask, was swallowed by the surprise of seeing the invader taking a bite out of his spoon, making half of the utensil disappear from a bite as if it were a simple caramel.
"... Do you have more of that? It was delicious.” It took him to see how the entire spoon was devoured so Jim could even remember how to speak.
"Uh ... I don't think my mom would like to know that you ate a spoon, if I bring you something else she may worry that she has lost kitchen utensils" A pout from the blue invader was his answer and Jim couldn't avoid a giggling, he puffed out his cheeks in a similar way to Toby when he was throwing a tantrum and it was a funny sight for him.
"Why are you laughing? Do you want us to fight? ” And his laughter died as soon as he saw the invader putting himself into a position similar to that of a bull ready to charge a bullfighter, he even moved his foot as they do to signal that it will take the hit! Jim moved his hands in frenzy, he was not very excited about the idea of getting rammed with those horns that he had on his head.
"Nononono, sorry, sorry ... You reminded me of a friend, that's all"
"... Did I remind you of one of your fleshbag friends?"
"... Fleshbags? Uh ... Yes, Toby may be a little… stuffed, but it's not to call him that”
"... Stuffed? No, I meant that all of you humans are fleshbags, you are a fleshbag”
"I am not a fleshbag!"
"Yes you are!"
"Not!"
"Yes!"
Now it was Jim's turn to pout, forgetting that he was in the basement, forgetting that his only light was coming from the open door into the hallway, he got up from the step where he was sitting and with a firm step, doing his best imitation to how he saw his mom acted when someone made her mad, he walked over to the blue invader and stood in front of him.
"I'm not a fleshbag, don't call me that"
His challenge position was quickly captured but he did not receive the answer he expected, until now the invader had remained sitting or walking on all fours, but seeing him stand in front of him with such bearing, made him respond in the same way. With a push of his arms, he got up and planted in front of Jim, puffing out his chest with the intention of appearing bigger, that even without that, he was at least a head and a half taller than the 6-year-old boy, and that without counting the horns.
"Well, humans are fleshbags, so that's what you are, fleshbag"
The two little ones held their gaze, blue eyes against yellow eyes, neither wanting to give his arm to twist in that silent challenge.
Their staring war lasted long enough that they had to look away to blink, both leaving their eyes dry for not wanting to give up. Jim was annoyed, but oddly, the invader laughed.
"Why are you laughing?"
"Because I did not expect to see a child stand in front of the great Draal, fleshbag"
"My name is not fleshbag! My name is Jim! Jim Lake Jr!”
"Then we already know the other's name, Jim"
A snort came from Jim's lips while Draal only laughed.
Funny that this would not be their last fight, because what these little ones did not know is that their innocent interaction would be the key point for a radical change in the both of their worlds.
A change that only time would tell what kind of path will take. Positive? Or negative?
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What about an AU where Kanjigar and Barbara met years prior the show?
An AU where Draal is a whelp, and his curiosity brings him out of Trollmarket needing to shelter himself from the sun on the first basement he finds. The Lake's basement.
Jim as the little kid he is, just 2 years older since the last time he saw his father, is scared of the noises coming from the basement, but he has to be strong and brave for his mom! So he goes down, and finds something that would put his family's world upside down.
After all, Kanjigar has to go fetch his whelp and Barbara has to investigate why her son hasn't come up from the basement.
The humans had entered their territory in the forest.
That shouldn't have happened.
This area was still supposed to be safe for trolls.
They were being attacked and had no time to think. The larger Gumm Gumm soldiers who had accompanied them were going to take care of the human soldiers, she had to get Bular out of the place.
It was her only job, to keep him safe… And she failed.
They had been surrounded, she wanted the prince to leave while she distracted them, but Prince Gumm Gumm was not one to deny a fight.
A platoon of Camelot knights against two unarmed Gumm Gumm whelps. How honorable of them.
It was bad for them to believe that because they were whelps they were not going to give a fight, Gunmar's heir and his escort were more than capable of decimating their attackers, their claws and fangs equal to or even more deadly than their metal weapons.
Knights fell, freedom was closer.
But for one of them, it would never come.
"Bular!"
A dirty move, an attack from behind while the troll defended himself from a different attacker. That soldier was going to disobey the orders of his superior, they were going to kill Bular.
A roar from the pion, and the next thing she saw, it was only red.
.
..
...
Was she dead?
Her ears were ringing, her eyelids felt heavy, her limbs hurt more than after a day of training with the Underlady.
The left side of her face hurt like hell, she tried to move her shoulder, but the feeling of stiffness in it was so painful it made her gasp.
At what point had she ended up in contact with the sun? That totally felt like a sun stain.
"Stay still, you'll make it harder to get out of here"
That voice was unknown.
That voice was not Bular's or any of the other Gumm Gumm's.
"Who are you?"
Even talking was painful, the vibration in her throat hurted her aching neck, the human blood on her clothes war distracting her nose. Oh gods, she was hungry now.
"I am the one who is saving your life, even if you are a gumm gumm"
A troll that was not on Gunmar's side.
"My father has taught me to always help those who need it, you are wounded and humans are close, I am only doing what I think is right"
With what little she could see,s he could tell he was the same age as her. She tried to growl, tell him to get away, to leave her where she was.
She had to find Bular.
She had to do her duty.
She had ... She wanted to rest ...
The world was starting to look black… Whoever this troll was, she supposed she could deal with him later.
Maybe falling unconscious right now wouldn't be so bad.
He only prayed to the gods that the prince was safe.
Now she would let herself fall into the unknown, hoping that when she woke up, things weren't so bad.
I told you I got inspired guys lmao. Continuation from the last drawing, showing exactly how Imah got separated from the Gumm Gumms in the first place and how her first meeting with Draal went like.
Funny to think that she has survived long enough to be deemed useful enough to escort the Gumm Gumm Prince himself. She's been doing it for a couple of years now, and she had to admit, it wasn't as bad as the barracks were saying.
Yes, Bular could be a bit noisy from time to time, but was she going to complain about being around a troll his age that she knew wouldn't end up dead on the slightest mistake? She liked being with him. Maybe it was her instinct to grow fond of those her age that she hung out with, or maybe Bular had really earned a place in her heart.
She even had fun in their fights, although it was rough play and it was almost always she who ended up losing and with her face to the ground, sometimes she felt ... That it was not training ... That they were actually playing! Trolls of the same age play between them, right? Was that what they did when they liked each other?
The blow she felt on her head brought her back to reality. She had ended up on the ground, with Bular on top of her ready to deliver the final blow, again.
"Who wins this fight then?" The prince raised his fist with a proud smile on his face. The pion raised her hand in submission.
“You win, my prince, you have more than defeated me. Not the nose, please, I beg you ” She was just another soldier, she shouldn't even have the right to speak to Gunmar's heir, but again, she felt that… Feeling… that sometimes she could break the rules that had been instilled in her all her life? ... Until now she had not become anyone's dinner for doing so, Bular had not given such an order, yet, at least.
The prince's laugh brought her back to reality, he had shaken off her to let her pick herself up.
“With how easy I can beat you, are you supposed to protect me? If we were attacked I am sure that I would be the one who would save your tail"
"If we were attacked and I found myself unable to protect you, I would have no place in your father's army, Your Highness"
"And for that very reason, like my father with General Arghamount, you will train with me until you fight better, to be at least close to my level"
A smile from the royal troll, a smile from the soldier troll.
Then a jump of surprise from both of them. An enemy scent was approaching.
"Get rid of those monsters, capture the prince and kill the others! For Camelot!"
Humans.
I hc Draal, Imah and Bular to be around the same age, a few decades more or less between each other but being on the same range.
Here they would be what? The equivalent of 10~ years old? More or less than a century old? They are still whelps lol
Bular became the only constant of her age that Imah had on her life when she was a Gumm Gumm, she got attached to him as a brother. What about him? He may have became used to have the Pion around.
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That was all the time since the last time Kanjigar acted like a father to Draal.
Decades in which he only behaved with him like the Trollhunter, not like his father.
The change had been progressive.
It started with Kanjigar's refusal to continue taking him with him to his missions as Trollhunter, it continued with the rejection of training offers, the father-son evenings in the bar stopped, the interaction between the two became minimal. He even stopped calling him son, it was just Draal.
And he said he was fine.
He said he didn't care about that change in his father. But for someone who knew him, as she knew him, it was obvious.
His pained look was obvious every time he saw Blinky and ARRRGGHH!! go or return next to his father, the grimace of annoyance that formed on his lips when the sound of metals colliding in the Forge filtered to the rest of the Trollmarket, how his voice lost volume and strength every time he exchanged words with Kanjigar.
How he was fading, how je was changing, since his father decided to walk away.
She was fed up.
She grew up alongside Draal, grew up seeing his relationship with his father, their pride in each other, and knew firsthand how much Draal admired Kanjigar - She just couldn't stand idly by!
One day when she saw her lifelong friend duller than normal after a confrontation with Kanjigar, she felt his living rock burn like magma and decided to act, demand answers to what was happening.
Draal the deadly might not be one of talking about his feelings.
But Imah the determined was ready to show the fangs to defend them.
He found Kanjigar in the Forge of Heroes, training with Daylight against the mechanisms presented by the arena.
- Kanjigar! – The Pion called him just as she saw him touch the ground after a dodge jump against an obstacle, and she approached him without caring that the mechanisms were still active, she knew she could dodge them.
- Imah – The Trollhunter greeted her with a shake of his head, keeping Daylight on his back and heading to the controls of the Forge to deactivate it and not risk the minor in her walk. – Something wrong? You don't usually show a face in the sand by yourself –
That he didn't dare mention Draal as her recurring partner in the Forge increased the troll's anger. She sighed, took a breath and tried to cool her mind, it was a subject in which the fangs were better not to show them ... At least not yet.
- Yes, well, nothing happens in itself. I just wanted to talk to you, Kanjigar – Her tone of voice and confident gaze gave him the message that what she wanted to talk about was serious, so he disregarded his armor, leaving the Trollhunter guarded and showing Kanjigar instead.
- I hear you – The minor stood before him, staring at him, organizing her ideas for a few seconds.
- Why did you decide that stopping treating Draal like your son was a good idea? –
She didn't want to decorate the theme, or put a pink filter on it. She wanted to confront Kanjigar directly, so they could get a quicker solution, she didn't mind the reaction of surprise at her uncensored question, she wanted answers.
- Answer me, Kanjigar. At what point did you decide to stop being Draal's father? – With that questioning, the older troll's expression went from surprise to outrage in the blink of an eye. Imah did not flinch, that was how determined she was to get answers to his abrupt behavior towards her son.
- I will never stop being Draal's father, Imah – Kanjigar's tone was firm, serious and hard, worthy of an authority about to put in his place a subordinate who was just crossing the line.
- Then why did you stop treating him as such? – And Imah's tone was just as firm, serious and hard, worthy of a minor who was not afraid to confront the authority if she was sure that it was wrong – I am not blind, Kanjigar, nobody in Trollmarket is! Draal as if this was a Changelling that you were forced to accept into your home! – Kanjigar knew the minor's dislike for the Changellings, so their comparison made him especially unpleasant.
- I will not allow you to question my actions as a father, Imah, you have no place in my decisions, understood? –
Kanjigar hoped to end that conversation with that wake-up call, he was the Trollhunter and he was one of the trolls who helped raise the Pion in front of him, he hoped that that authority was enough to cut off the minor's insubordination, he was even ready to retire from the Forge. But Imah was not going to accept any of that.
- I take place being the only one who seems to care about Draal apparently! What do you think he is? Some kind of golem that doesn't hurt at all about what you do to it? – Kanjigar stopped his withdrawal upon hearing that Imah did not accept the conversation as finished – Draal is hurting! He doesn't show it because of his damn pride, but anyone who knows him well knows how he feels inside! He is hurt that his father is driving him away, it pains him to see the troll he has idolized and adored all his life walking away from him overnight! You're hurting him with your distance, Kanjigar! What happened? Why this change? At what point did your son stop caring that you neither look at him nor speak to him? By Deya’s grace, I'm sure you haven't even realized how much he’s been breaking his back to improve his sword skills because he thinks his current self is not worthy of you! What kind of father are you? -
The memory of the previous night returned to Imah. The helplessness he felt upon hearing Draal's true feelings at the situation Kanjigar put him in returned.
- Draal, did you sleep something? –
She had stayed up late looking at the books available in Blinky’s bookstore, she had concentrated so much on her reading that when she finished she expected to return home in complete silence, because she was sure that all the inhabitants of the Trollmarket would be sound asleep. . When she heard the familiar sound of metal against metal coming from The Forge, it was needless to say she was surprised.
Finding her lifelong friend training at such hours was not at all in her plans.
- I'm fine, just a little more training – The spiky troll was breathing heavily, a slight tremor in his arms as a result of the effort he had put into these was noticeable and even his posture was that of someone who was already having difficulties bearing his own weight . Who knows how long he had been wielding the sword he was training with before Imah found him in the Forge at such hours.
- Draal - It wasn't until she deactivated the training mechanisms and approached her friend that she could notice the wounds that he had all over his body. What kind of training was he doing there? - A little more nothing, you are going to stop right now and you are going to let me heal you whatever you have done to yourself –
Draal tried to reply and continue, but such was his exhaustion that it took only a light tug from Imah to remove the sword from his hands and an even more delicate push to make him sit down.
- Now what got into your head? Why are you training like you're going to fight Gunmar himself in the morning? - He didn't say anything, just looked away from Imah's worried eyes, the troll felt her heart shrink.
- Draal, please - She took his arm and took out a pair of crystals from the bag she carried on her belt to be able to take care with these of the wounds that the troll had around his rocky skin, taking special delicacy from those located near the crystals that decorated his body – If something is happening, you can tell me, you know you can trust me with everything–
She took great care, both in her movements to heal the troll's wounds and in her words to convince him to open up with her, but it was a matter of time before she could open his friend's heart.
- I just want to be strong, Imah – That was what he answered to the Pion, just after she finished putting on the last bandage on his body.
- Draal, you are the strongest troll in all Trollmarket
- You know it's not like that, father knows it's not like that. – The mention of Kanjigar stopped Imah's heart, especially because of the pain that Draal mentioned.
- He must have realized my weakness, that's why he no longer see me as worthy of acting like his son. – His words were full of darkness, a darkness that was reflected in his features, the only brightness that he deigned to show was from the tears that Imah was sure he was containing. – I will strengthen myself, Imah, I will recover my value in his eyes. I will be strong enough not only to be worthy of being the son of the Trollhunter. – Imah could not finish processing what Draal told her, she could not finish understanding how such a determined statement could be heard so ...
- I will be the next Trollhunter – ... Sad.
A stomp of Kanjigar returned Imah to the present. For a moment she had forgotten that she was face to face with him.
- Imah, protégée of Vendel, you are getting into issues where your jurisdiction is null and where your words are extra. Right now you are going to stop this unsolicited and misplaced criticism, and it is an order not only as Draal's father but as your Trollhunter. Enough. Already. – How she hated that he used his title as Trollhunter to impose his word.
- Well, I know very well what to do to have your precious jurisdiction – Imah's claws were shown and Kanjigar's amulet shone to the east perceiving the minor's intentions. Both trolls let out a slight growl against each other, just waiting for the next action from the other.
- Imah! –
Any possible result was avoided by the convenient intervention of Vendel, leader of the Trollmarket and guardian of Imah. His presence was enough to relax the posture of the two trolls present, at least enough that it didn't seem like they were about to go against each other's throats.
- What kind of behavior is that towards the Trollhunter, Imah?
- I was not dealing with the Trollhunter, I was dealing with Kanjigar – Imah's response and haughty posture earned her a bad look from Vendel and a snort from Kanjigar, neither were happy with her attitude.
- Kanjigar, I apologize on behalf of my protégé, whatever the problem may have been, I am sure it was a misunderstanding and an overshoot of Imah because of her bad temper – She was going to claim, it was noticed by how she opened her mouth, but Vendel's gaze was enough to silence her, even if she didn't want to. Kanjigar stared at her, deciding his reaction to what had happened.
- ... No problem, Vendel, she is still young, I can understand her behavior - A nod from the old troll and a snort from Imah were his answer. – But I hope this problem doesn't happen again –
She was not looking at his face, but Imah knew that Kanjigar's gaze was fixed on her. It was not just a request, it was an order. She snorted again, knowing that if she growled she would get into more trouble than she already was.
- If this has been fixed, I must retire, Blinkous and Arghamont must already be waiting for me at the Gyre. With permission, Vendel, Imah – And with his head held high, as if nothing had happened, maintaining his posture worthy of the Trollhunter, Kanjigar withdrew from the Forge, leaving Vendel and Imah alone in a tense silence between them.
- … I-
- You will explain to me right now what your intentions were, your reasons and I hope you have good arguments for not extending your punishment for more decades than I have already planned
- Sorry? I'm not a whelp anymore, you can't ground me!
- Either you start talking now, or I will start to consider centuries instead of decades –
TOA WIZARDS SPOILERS, SORRY I CANNOT PUT THE READ MORE ON CELLPHONE
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Sorry, I know we love Callista, I love her and she being Deya and the first Trollhunter is amazing, she is my baby.
But I love Kanjigar more lol And The Secret Story of Trollkind is a comic dear to me.
So, EVEN IF IT KILLS ME, the canon I will use is that Deya died way before the Mayflower, some Trollhunters lived 'til it and Kanjigar became Trollhunter right when they boarded the Mayflower.
After that some things of the comic will obviously change, like AAARRRGGHH, but the rest will stay the same ON THE CANON I WILL USE.
Practiced parkour since childhood, since fighting crime was a no-no from his parents, studying this sport in which they could supervise him was ok if he wanted to feel as DW as much as he could.
He obviously started doing parkour on places where he shouldn't lol
He did sparring with his dad and his mom took him to acting classes once he decided he wanted to be an actor. That was after the first time he got to a meet and great with Jim Starling himself.
He became a stunt man at 18, but his incomings were not secure, he needed a new source of money.
That is where SHUSH arrives. His fighting skills were good, he was the exact amount of known and unknown to pass unnoticed AND his dad was a SHUSH retiree.
Being on SHUSH is where he met Double Duck aka Donald Duck! They got to team up a few times and just like Beakley and Scrooge, kept in contact after Donald stepped away from the agency.
Drake had a good amount of money and wanted to step away so he could focus on acting, but he was a good agent, they didn't wanted to let him go.
It was a lot of work, plenty "Last suicidal mission" and even a cry of help to his dad, but he got out. And he doesn't want to go back.
