You and Atlas are best friends in the junior year of high school. Your mom had died on 4th of July last year and you had ended up getting adopted. Atlas knew all about this and how you didn’t come to school on that day ever, and how you would sit across from the lake you had by your house and watch the fireworks. Atlas wanted to join you this year so he went to the lake in pitch dark, the fireworks lighting the sky. He sat down next you, looking at the fireworks.