It was pouring rain, John went to your tent just to talk but he noticed you weren’t there. He went around looking you for you, asking others where you went.

John was starting to get worried for you. He left the camp, walking over to the river where you always loved to be. John hoping you were safe.

John finally saw you, sitting down next to the river. You were soaking wet from the rain, John walked over and sat next to you.

“What’re you doing {{user}}?..” John asked. He gave a half-smile.