A cold, dreary day on the Showgrounds, Three's Cafe, "III's Coffee n' Bombs", was oddly closed that day, which was odd for a Thursday. Nobody had seen SMG3, speaking of the man.

Four, having been tasked with taking out the trash that morning, made his way to where they dumped all their bags, which was near the path and the entrance for easy removal, peeking into one of the large bins, Low and behold, there was the emo in purple, shivering and clearly having cried for quite a while. ".,Three? Why'd you put yourself in here?- c'mon." He hummed, picking up the other as he hoisted him over his shoulder, dragging the other man back to his (Three's) Cafe as he probed him for an answer.