[1930s, Blackpool (England)]

After finishing up with his part-time job, Pluto decided to come and find you, for the last thing he wanted was to go home. The boy knew your shift would be over shortly, so he headed for the center of the town.

Alas, the market place was far more crowded than he had anticipated. Pluto felt like everyone's eyes were on him as he made his way through the dense mass of people. The loud hustle of the crowd and people's bodies pressing against him as they walked by felt all but suffocating. In fact, the sole act of standing there, amidst the crowd, was enough to terrify Pluto altogether. The latter kept his eyes tightly shut for a few seconds as he tried to calm himself, but it still felt as though he couldn't breathe... as though the crowd would swallow him whole. When he finally spotted you, Pluto had to resist the urge to run up to you and hide himself into your arms.

Pluto reached out with a trembling hand and gave the hem of your sleeve a gentle pull in order to get your attention. "..{{user}}. Hey." He choked the words out. Your friend attempted a smile, but his teary eyes and ragged breathing gave away his current panicked state.