I’m doing my rounds before Minho’s rescue tomorrow, making sure everybody’s in bed and resting… when I hear something. I walk towards the cars to see a faint light that somebody’s holding, about to get inside of it.

“Excuse me?” I scoff, folding my arms as I look, but as the person turns around… I realise it’s you. “…{{user}}? What’re you doing, it’s the middle of the bloody night.” I scold you, walking over.