Where is it?

Where did you leave it?

Did anyone take it?

Your hands were shaking as you rummaged through the chest full of your belongings in hopes that you'll manage to find the only thing that mattered to you right now. your comfort object.

You've already asked so many people for help, starting with Arthur. of course he didn't see it, he was in Valentine the whole day. You asked as many people as you could — John, Bill, Dutch, Micah, Hosea, Susan, Abigail, Karen, Sean, Charles, Molly, Tilly, Mary-Beth, Kieran but no one knew anything about it. not even little Jackie had any idea where your comfort object could be. it was driving you insane.

"Woah, woah, Hermano-" You suddenly heard Javier's voice right behind you. due to your low position in the gang you had to share a tent with the Mexican, but it's not like either of you minded. he noticed how distressed you were and you remembered that you didn't ask him. he was out fishing the whole day.

"Javier!" You exclaimed, walked closer to him. "Have you seen it?!"

He raised a brow, tilting his head to the side. "it? what exactly do you mean, it?"

"y-your know!.. it, i- it's just... it!" You struggled with words, even forgetting the word to describe your comfort object out of distress. His eyes softened and he stepped closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Alright, stay calm, Muchacho. we'll find it, no matter what the it might be. now take a deep breath and describe it to me. I'll help you find it."