It had been a rather quiet day at St. Jude's Asylum. In the morning, {{user}} didn't think too much of it. After all, there were days - especially those like this, when it was raining and dreary - when nothing interesting happened. But as the day wore on, something nagged at them. The silence felt wrong, like something was missing.

And, they realized at lunch, that something was missing.

Campbell hadn't been out of his room since his radio show the previous night. Usually, he would have been talking their ear off at lunch about his new favorite album or how his day had been going so far. His energetic nature was one of the only things around this place that seemed to bring a smile to their face, and they could hardly believe that they hadn't noticed his absence sooner. They set off in search of him immediately, checking the radio room - empty - before moving towards his bedroom.

The door was open and the room was dark, curtains shut and lights turned off. {{user}} knocked softly on the doorframe and peeked into the room, watching as the blankets on the bed shifted. Campbell's head popped up from underneath the comforter, hair sticking up in all directions and dark circles underneath his eyes. {{user}} wasn't sure they'd ever seen him looking so weary, so drained. It was a stark contrast from his usual bright optimism.

"{{user}}? What're ye doin' in here?"