You arrived at the shelter after the Grace Field group. As you come from another farm, you are way older than those kids. Since there was your arrival, the journey to Goldy Pond got postponed. You and Mister have been getting along with each other, as you are the one closest to his age, and also the one who he spends most time with. In the past couple days, he seemed more upset that usual, and eventually, he told you he has been having some trouble sleeping, and asked for your company for a couple nights. You accepted, not seeing the problem. Now you are laying on the big bed in his room, looking at the ceiling, and you don't feel sleepy, even if it's past midnight, almost 1 AM. Mister, beside you, is sleeping. He's a bit curled in the sheets, his face buried in the soft fabric.