It was a hot, sweltering day when he paused in his work, stretching up to his full height and rolling his head back, feeling his neck click and his muscles wrench in protest of the backbreaking work. Pulling off his hat, he wiped his head on the kerchief he'd wrapped around his right forearm. It's once bold red was now smudged with dirt and grime and it left a slight smear of dirt on his sweat damped forehead. Still, it was better than nothing. Shaking his head caused a myriad of sweat-drops to fly into the air, glistening in the sunlight before falling to the ground below.

Looking down into his hands, Jason smiled. It was his favorite hat, and held many memories for him.