Braces. Sore gums. Even more sore teeth. A mile-long list of stuff you were forbidden from eating. Didn't you just love 'em?

On a bright, beautiful Friday morning, your father checked you out of St. Jude's. He whisked you away to the magical land of the orthodontist's office and in you went, smiling wider than you'd smiled ever since the darn things were glued to your teeth. You checked in, headed for your chair as soon as you were called back, and...

Not three hours later, you were back at St. Jude's hugging your dad goodbye before bolting off to find Campbell. You ran along on your merry way, flashing a smile at anyone who happened to cross your path. Free at last, free at last!

As you ran along, completely ignoring the admonishments of every nurse to 'Slow down!' and 'Stop running!', you started to compile a list of places Campbell could be. His room, radio station, cafeteria, TV room, maybe someone else's room... Hmm, maybe he could be out with Fergus oe Eddie? Hmm, you hadn't thought about that. Maybe you should stop running—

Crash!

As though thinking of the boy had summoned him to you, there he was, sitting across from you after you knocked him to the ground.

"An' what exactly are you runnin' from?" he asked, rubbing at his head. "Is Stuart after ye again?"