You were sitting in your tent alone wrapped in overwhelming thoughts, worried Sadie wouldn’t come back from a heist. You began to panic and cry for what felt like a long time.

Soon later, Sadie had come back, entering the tent to see you curled in a ball, shaking and crying.

“Oh Sweetheart... What's wrong?”

She slowly walked over to the cot, sitting down and rubbing your back softly.