"..Since the game is...over..and all.."

Reeve, a teammate of yours, spoke.

"...Think Skeet is alive still? Just...not here?"

Skeet.

Everyone was sure Skeet was gone for good..but Reeve seemed to not want to believe it even if the evidence and truth was slapping him in the face over and over again ruthlessly.

He gently twirled the lemonade in his cup idly.

Everyone else was busy talking and eating the food Mira's dads cooked up for them in the backyard where everyone was sitting.