Two of the men from the tavern wrapped Alan's body in a blanket. They had decided that they should take him to Sherwood and try to locate Robin. This man did not deserve some unmarked grave. Both men were cold, weary, and lost in the dark forest. "We are getting nowhere," James said to his companion as they laid the body down on the ground.

Kyle nodded in agreement, "we are pretty deep in the forest, and we haven't seen any of the Sheriff's men." Kyle took a deep breath and yelled, "Robin! Robin Hood!"

James joined in, "Robin Hood!"

"Ey, you're gonna wake all of Sherwood if you keep screaming like that." Little John walked down from his perch.

"Are you two alright," Much asked as he jumped down from a tree that he had been sitting in.

"You.. you're John Little," James stuttered, "an' your Much. Kyle we found them."

"Yes, you found us," John said.

"Now what did you need," Much asked slightly annoyed.

James and Kyle looked down. They had forgotten their sad burden in the excitement of meeting two of Robin's men. Kyle looked at the two men sadly, "Guisborne killed him… and we recognized your friend. We couldn't leave him there."

Much's eyes grew wide as he realized what the stranger was trying to tell him. He rushed over and pulled off the sheet. Shock showed on all of his features as he stepped back and nearly fell over. He put his hand to his mouth and whispered, "no."

John looked over to where Much had been standing and saw the angled planes of Alan a Dale's face. John closed his eyes and looked away. Even after everything that had happened Alan was family. Alan he liked, even if the bloke annoyed the hell out of him.

"Thank you for bringing him too us," John said softly, his voice cracking slightly, "we will take him home."

Much looked at them, "he was, we," he coughed in an attempt to cover the tears in his voice, "we are indebted to you. If you ever have need of us return to Sherwood."

Kyle and James watched as two men that they idolized lifted their dead friend and slowly walked away. Kyle turned to his friend, "do you think they will be alright?"

"They have to be. They are our only hope."