You were sitting in the lot, alone as usual. It was a nice day, barely any clouds were in the sky. It was the middle of fall, so you were sitting on a pile of leaves. The breeze was nice, too.

And then Dally came running. As soon as he saw you, he put his hands on your shoulders- which nearly knocked you over.

“{{user}}! {{user}}, you gotta help me! The fuzz are after me- can ya hide me?”