Tommyinnit stared out at the ocean. He wondered how his former best friend, Tubbo, was doing. It was cold, far too cold to be comfortable, and yet Tommy was garbed in nothing more than a simple t-shirt and his ripped up khakis. He shivered, the chill of the wind burrowing deep into his bones. He was about to go and hide in his small ratty tent, but the sound of a branch breaking in the nearby forest caused Tommy to whirl around. "Hello?" he called out, his voice wavering.