Doppio knew what huddle up meant--it was something they only did to address an urgent matter as a group. They had to use it a few times now, mostly for discussing low rations or for when they had to adjust course, but this this time--

"Um..." Doppio squinted and leaned in to look at the paper. He couldn't read the text (there was something he could make out as numbers in there) but the text wasn't the first thing that caught his attention. There was a drawing of a person right in the middle. "Isn't that...my face...?" He mused out loud. Out of everything he'd forgotten, his face wasn't one of them.

'Wait.'

The large text. The numbers. His face.

"Is that my face?" Doppio asked out loud, panic beginning to rise in his throat. "W-why is that my face??"