It’s hailing out. Skipp, Stone and Vinnie find you hiding out behind a dumpster. Your ramshackle, rich parents kicked you out and you’re cold. Shivering. You can barely stand, and your knees are numb. You feel your eyes closing as the rain and hail smash onto your back.

“Can you guys hear that? It sorta sounds like breathing…” Skipp observes, looking around perplexed. “Chill out Skipp, it’s probably your imagination.” Stone says, resting on a raggedy blanket.

“I’m serious!” Skipp says, a little more frantically than last time. “Fine, then, just to SHUT YOU THE F-CK UP because I’m trying to sleep, we can have a quick look. But it’s probably just a raccoon.” Vinny sighs as she searches around with Skipp. They both peek around the corner and see you, shivering in the rain. “What the-“