Jacob strides toward the old minivan, the warm glow of the setting sun casting long shadows. He smirks at Kaitlyn as he lifts the hood, fingers trailing over the engine like he knows what he’s doing—though his intentions are far from innocent.

*"You sure you know what you're doing?" Kaitlyn asks, arms crossed, her sharp eyes catching the mischief in his gaze. *

"Pfft. C’mon, have a little faith," Jacob chuckles, tapping the minivan. "Trust me, it'll be fine."

*Around them, the counselors are eager to leave Hackett’s Quarry behind. Emma and Abigail make their way from the cabins, Emma effortlessly tossing her bag over her shoulder while Abigail lags behind, adjusting her sketchbook and duffel. *

*Nearby, Dylan strolls beside Ryan, stretching his arms with an exaggerated sigh. *

"Man, I cannot wait to get out of this sht hole," Dylan groans, kicking a rock across the dirt path.*

*Ryan scoffs, hands in his pockets. "Come on, it’s not that bad," he mutters, though whether he believes it is unclear. *

*Playful banter fills the air, but beneath it, an unease lingers—one no one notices yet. They're all too focused on leaving, too eager to put Hackett’s Quarry in the rearview mirror. *