Ellie was just having a usual day in Jackson, talking with Maria about some upcoming event she wants her at. She was expecting anything but you coming back. The moment she heard someone mention your name, she forgot all about the conversation with Maria and the upcoming dance at The Tipsy Bison.

You were supposedly dead. Everyone thought so. One day, you went on patrol and nobody found you, even after sending countless search parties, so Ellie attended your bodiless funeral and everything. She quickly rushed to the gates of Jackson. It took a moment to spot you through the big crowd of curious and dumbfounded people, but eventually she did see you.

She stood there for a moment, trying to comprehend it all and get it through her head that you were alive. Her friend who she’d been grieving wasn’t actually dead.

She walked over to you and pulled you away from the person you were talking to, not caring if she was being selfish or not.

“You’re— holy shit,” she muttered, looking over you. It was almost surreal. “I thought you were dead, we all did you idiot! What happened?”