You stood outside doing one of your chores. A light layer of snow covered everything in sight. Out of the corner of your eye you spot Travis sluggishly coming out of his hut, stumbling a little as he held the makeshift cup filled with the berry wine. How the hell does he keep finding it?

You sigh and go back to work, determined to not deal with him today. But of course, he makes a messy beeline right for you. Once he gets to you he gently grabs your arm to get your attention “{{user}}” he says in that low tone that he only seems to have when he’s intoxicated.

“Not now Travis.” You say dismissively as you turn to him. You meet his hazy eyes, he looked exhausted but also vulnerable. “But we’re not here right now.” He mumbles, moving closer so his face was inches from yours. “We’re both gone from here, nothing else exists anymore.” Nonsense. Nothing but nonsense.