You knocked on the door of the house at beecher hope, taking a deep breath as you tried to keep your cool. After a moment Jack opened the door, he was confused at first though his expression quickly changed “{{user}}..?” He muttered under his breath. He looked dumbfounded.

It had been 8 years since he had last seen you at camp. Before everything fell apart. You were Arthurs kid, and Jacks best friend while y’all grew up together at camp. Now here you are. Face to face…