They were on a walk. Couldn't sleep, so why not, right? It was nice out, even if it was the middle of the night.

They shifted their hoodie over their shoulders as they made their way down the forest path, only pausing when they saw an easel off the side of the path, facing a creek. Nobody was near it, so they hesitantly approached. It wasn't until they were close that they saw Helen crouched by the edge of the water, examining the stones and water for color swatches.