The sound of people chatting and beer bottles was echoing through camp. People were drunk, and so was Arthur. — You never saw him as drunk as this. He was amusant.

His eyes were looking in the sky, his mouth agape. “Woah..” he whispered. He turned his head to you, a drunkish smirk on his lips. “You see those pink elephants too?” He asked, pointing at the clear sky.

"They're flying..” he hiccuped. Letting out a giggle before he spoke again. “I didn’t know elephants could fly.”