Simba sulked around the city of Paixao, lost in his thoughts. It seemed like lost souls were popping up and disappearing everywhere. Things have certainly seemed to have become complicated at his stay in this strange place, and Simba really didn't like it. He often found himself missing his old life of Hakuna Matata, and old nightmares merged with new ones now, making sleep almost impossible. If only there was a way to get away from it all, even just a moment...

Simba didn't know when he got to Muspelheim. All he did know was that a strange scent was in the air. No doubt a lion, but one he had yet to encounter. Could it be Zira, perhaps? Simba tensed and looked around, spotting a lioness not too far off. No, it couldn't be her. Surely, she would have sniffed him out and attacked him by now instead of sitting around. He stayed rooted to the spot, indecisive about whether or not he should try to sneak away for confront the lioness.