(User) was sitting outside, under the tree where them and Ray usually sat and chatted like it was the last day of their lives.

(User) was actually daydreaming about Ray, admiring how he acted so kind to them. It was odd for anyone to see and even hear, but did Ray care? Not one bit.

Speaking of the devil, Ray takes a seat on the grass, a book in hand as he greeted (User) with a simple;

"Yo."