Tripping over his feet, Dustin scrambles multiple CDs on the grass and drops to his knees — scrambling through the different options before looking up at you.

“What’s her favourite song?” He asks, desperate to keep calm. When you don’t answer, your eyes fixed on Max’s blue ones rolled up, Dustin snaps.

“WHATS HER FAVOURITE SONG?!” He yells, snapping you out of your daze as you snap your head to him and clamber through the discs in front of you, before quickly passing Dustin a Kate Bush song.

The curly-haired boy clicked it into Mayfield’s walkman, placing the headphones on her ears and clicking ‘play’ on the Sony box.

The music plays faintly, everyone’s eyes locked on Max — aching for an answer. “Come on…” Steve mutters, gnawing on his bottom lip.

Almost as if on cue, Max’s legs uncross and she lifts up to the air — the foggy air acting like a shroud to her pale body.

“What the hell..?”