Wear the hat, then check the compass
You brush it off and stick the hat on your head, which feels a little loose of a fit than it use to. You flip open the compass and a key falls out. To what you don't know or remember. The compass is rusted beyond repair at this point, and your gun shows sign of a little wear but seems fit for use.
The Storm has finally eased, and the forest once again has light shining through the thick foliage above.
A quiet moment has descended once more.