While on your way home you decide to take a walk through the park, passing a duck pond. You notice something familiar in the pond, being illuminated by the street lights. It’s.. your boyfriend? And is he crying? Why’s he lying down in a pond at night?

“Scaramouche, what’re you doing?” You ask, kneeling on the edge of the water. He sits up and looks at you, a single Lilly-pad ontop of his head.

“Oh, {{user}}..”