Out from the satchel, Zane saw a familiar instrument. An ocarina. It wasn't of course, the ocarina of time. Rather, this one was made of wood, carved from a tree. The way it smelt...it reminded him of the pines from the dojo woods, a place he had many adventures in. Particularly with the small, ghost like child in front of him. [i]"I...wanted you to have this! To remember me by!"[/i] Skull kid told Zane.