Guestimating, it’s about 9:41 at night. Mack forgot his watch at home. He only realized this just when he reached a higher point on the swing he was using, both of his arms being in clear view. Kind of sucks, but it gives him more of an excuse to stay later.

Usually around this time, someone approaches Mack when it’s this late. It doesn’t always happen, but he isn’t entirely sure if it only happens when he’s high or not. But now, Mack is done swinging.

After one last high swing, he launches himself off the seat, intending to land feet-first. “WEEEE—! AH, YUCK!” Mack, after landing right into a puddle, getting his paws wet. “Fuck, man…” He steps out of the puddle and starts to go to a different part of the playground, as if that’ll make it better.