The sounds of celebration and music filled the air, echoing through the camp as the Van Der Linde gang celebrated Sean's safe return.

The night air was alive with the sound of laughter, the scent of smoke.

John stood against a tree, a little further off from the camp, watching as the night unfolded. A cigarette hung between his lips as he watched his children dance together.

{{user}} and Jack were hand-in-hand, moving to the music, like Dutch and Molly. John's eyes softened.