Liam had one of his boring days again. He wanted to do something. He didn't feel like learning or training. Neglecting all his jobs he sneaked out of the house, grabbed his striker and was off. Planning on going to Aduial to annoy him something went wrong in the striker himself when he passed the barrier. With some difficult he somehow managed to get the striker and himself safe and sound on earth. Well... he landed alive, let we keep it at that... A deep cut was in his upper arm and was bleeding quite heavily. By the landing, or more crashing, the space cabin got bended and eventually had split itself in two. One of the sharp edges had cut him and it was too deep for him to heal himself. Pressing the wound closed as good as he could he started to walk around in the forest. It was still day what made it easier for Liam to spot someone, that, if someone had been around to spot. Seeing the forest completely empty he started to wander around while keeping track of his way so he could find his striker back. "Oi!!" Liam started to yell out through the forest. "Somebody here?!" He yelled as his hand, arm and sleeve started to get redder from the blood.