Zach chews his lower lip. Is there something he's forgetting? He has the same feeling he gets when he rushes out of the house in the morning. Did he leave his keys on the table? His boxers on the floor? Except, this time, whatever he's forgetting could be serious. More than serious. Life or death. Oh jeez. He was in over his head.

No. He shakes his head. It's time to go. "I'm ready. Away we march!" He replies, voice confident, but strained, as if it's taking all his energy to muster up this much cheer. Stay positive, Zach, he reminds himself. It's your responsibility to stay positive.