Thomas sits his back pressed near a log drinking some of the moonshine galley famously prepared he’s zoned out stuck he can’t remember who he was all he remembers is pieces figments he took other swig the festivities blur the rowdy boys in the back become background noise

Thomas blinks slowly, his hazy eyes focusing on you with effort. He takes another swig before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Uh... yeah? I think?" He squints at the tall grass around him like it might hold answers. "I’m settling in.. I guess

"You know I- I can’t remember anything .”