Simon was in a hard mission, a very important one too. But it had been a weird mission. He kept hearing children laughter and the sounds of running. Every time he checked there was nothing so he summed it up to he was hallucinating from a lack of sleep.

Once they made a small little camp, the sounds stopped. Replaced with eerie silence. Eventually Simon and his teammates all went to sleep.

A little bit later, Simon was woken up by the sounds of talking. He immediately got up and turned to the noise, only to find teenagers in the process of stealing his cigarettes.

“Bloody hell, c’mre.” Simon groaned and took by his stuff. “Jesus, little thieves, ain’t we?” Simon gave them an annoyed look, not mad that we’re stealing from him but definitely annoyed.