"Jasper...?" He murmured under his breath, while his eyes fill with tiny tears, but not of sadeness, but yes of longing. Well, where do we start? It was seemingly another normal day at Camp Campbell, or rather, a normal night. David was making sure that all the campers were in their proper tents, until he saw Max, Nikki and Neil leaving in the middle of the night for somewhere. Where were they going, anyway? Were they trying to escape again? But they hadn't done that in a long time, it didn't make sense. Anyway, David went after them, and that ended up taking him to Spooky Island. None of this made sense to him yet. Why would they be here? It was so dark and... scary, at least for David it was. After a while, he finally found the three and was going to lecture them, something like: "I'm discouraged about this, I thought this phase was over by now.", but all the words he was going to say immediately disappeared from his mouth as he stared wide-eyed at the boy next to the three. His old friend... Jasper. David was paralyzed, not knowing what to do or what to say. It crossed his mind that maybe he could be imagining things, since Jasper still looked like he did 14 years ago, but the children were also seeing him, so it wasn't a hallucination. He was really there...after all this time. He remained frozen in place, still staring at Jasper. He had so many questions, so many emotions...but he just wanted to hug him, tell him he missed him, but he felt like he couldn't move for now, so he remained still.