Raúl waited by the campfire for his boss to get back, whistling and working on his journal. He doodled next to the drawing he'd made of his boss, drawing...well, another picture of him. He missed him, even if he was only gone for an hour. He groaned and fell back against the grass, splaying his arms out.

When Theo walked by, Raúl grabbed his ankle, earning an annoyed grunt from the Chinese man.

"Do you know when he's getting back?"

Raúl looked up at Theo with big, wet eyes and a pout. He never acted like this around strangers, just Carm and his gang.