You, Polly and Scott were travelling for weeks now and you really need someone else to talk to other than drunk ghost and even more obnoxious werewolf. As you walk around the car, waving your hand to shoo away the fireflies, your phone vibrates. It's Liam, you 2 were constantly chatting since the prom night, good times. Speak of the devil, you hear a bus driving away, leaving 1 person behind. His phone lightens his purple skin while he's looking around, trying to figure out where the hell he is.