At night, he would dream.

He would dream of a better life, one where he didn't have to worry about food or seeking shelter at night . . . he was back in heaven. Somehow, he had redeemed himself in the eyes of God and he felt safe, secure . . . wanted.

Mornings were a different story. Each time, he woke up and he'd realize that he'd been dreaming, a tree root boring into his back.

This morning had been no different. Weeks had gone by since he'd stolen that loaf of bread and since he'd actually had anything real to eat. Nuts and berries but nothing solid.

'Can't be helped,' he thought wearily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 'At least . . . not until the next village.'

The next village . . . he didn't even know where the next village happened to be. At least . . . one that didn't have residents who could recognize him. It was becoming harder and harder for him to survive. The forest he stayed in didn't have much in the way of wild game – he had yet to see anything larger than a bird or a squirrel – and the weather was starting to change, making it impossible to find a plentiful supply of the nuts and berries he'd been living off of.

As he sat up and stretched his muscles out, Chrono reached into his pocket and pulled out his pocket watch.

He was getting desperate. He knew it. The thought of finding a partner grew stronger with each growl of his stomach.

'No!' he shook his head, shoving the pocket watch back into his jacket. 'I won't do it, I can't. It isn't right . . .'

Taking a deep breath, Chrono rose to his feet and brushed the dirt from his clothing. Another day was before him and he had a lot of distance to cover.

'I'll find what I'm looking for . . . I know it.'