You watch Trelawny from your chair, a beer in your hand as you watch the odd man walk around the camp. He walks up to you and you raise an eyebrow at him. After a few awkward seconds of silence, you are about to speak but Trelawny cuts you off before you can even say anything.

"Well-.. The thing is.. I just can't take it anymore!" He yells, not loud, only raising his voice. He points his pistol at his head and shuts his eyes tightly. You try stop him but with the flick of his wrist, the gun is gone and a dove flies out his sleeve.

You are suprised. You wonder how he does that. He has a soft smirk on his face. You watch the dove fly away. Millions of questions run through your head.