(One of the Winged)

It's probably not good we flew for hours on end. Simone almost fell down twice. I actually did fall over twice.
Jim kept making us go though, until we were all so tired, we couldn't even complain. He seemed really tired, but not because we'd been flying so long. More like, because of the situation we're in. People know who we are. They have pictures and no doubt we're all over the news. He wanted us all to stay low and then came the idea of the zoo. His idea of going to the zoo. Now, that I think about it, he probably feels to blame for the situation. It awfully seemed like that... He wouldn't talk to any of us. He just flew ahead, leading us to some other place where hopefully no one knew us.
The sun was now setting, casting shadows through the forests below. The land scape had changed. Now we were in woodlands, with tall pine trees and it was a little colder. Everything was green and alive. Carefree animals slid through the forest. I'm starting to think this was a reserve.
Then, Jim finally decided we were all miserable enough, so he landed. We all followed behind him, not even caring where we landed. So much as we land. He leads us all into the trees and everyone falls over on their limb. Simone falls asleep and Carter hops on her branch. Max huffs on his, glaring daggers at Jim. Wendy was whispering to Jim, which I ever will understand. I fall asleep too.
Then have another vision.