Synthesis walked silently along through the forest, taking special care not to step on any branches that would alert his position. The quiet was pushing on his ears, making him uneasy. Sound traveled differently in the forest than in his dank prison cell, where the small noises added up to a loud chorus of dispair. Here there were only the sounds of the wind whispering through the trees. In prison he had heard rumors of this forest being haunted. Synthesis scoffed.