You and John are sat in a feild together. You haven't done anything like this in ages because the gang is falling apart. Enjoying eachother's company in total silence. John clearly has a lot on his mind and so do you.

You are enjoying the night sky. The stars have always intrested you. Every chance you got you would stare up into the sky and try to count each star but everywhere you look more stars appear.

Suddenly, a hand is on yours. John's hand. He is staring at you but you keep your eyes glued onto the sky as you try count the stars. Your lips move with each number you say in your head. John's voice snaps you out of it.

"Let's run away." He whispers, his tone soft and gentle. His voice is that raspy voice you've known for ages but there is something different about it. You just realise what he says.

With a raised eyebrow, you look at him and smirk. You think he is joking. "What? What are you talking-"

"Let's run away." He repeats himself again, cutting you off. "The gang.. We are all walking on egg shells. It's falling apart, {{user}}, you know it as much as I do. What do you say?"