You checked your watch, ‘02:57’. A sigh escaped your lips, your body slumping against the downed tree trunk, your eyes wandering from the stars to the glowing butterflies that hung around the trees.

You couldn’t sleep. As odd as it sounded, you missed the constant hum of the ark, the rattle and whir of the engines that occupied the nights. It was peaceful down here and that was almost unsettling which is why you’d found comfort in the clearing near the lake. The rush of the water, the sound of the wind in the trees soothing the need for lull of home.

You’d almost completely settled, your lantern sat next to your feet and your head leaned against a thick branch.

“You’re up late.” You jumped, your head whipping round, your eyes meeting Bellamy’s.

“I thought you were a grounder.” You replied, clearly annoyed at how he had startled you.

He began to walk over, “If I was a grounder, you’d be dead.” His face was deadpanned, serious and almost stern. ‘As always.’ You thought to yourself. Was this man ever happy?