The day had been filled with excitement and laughter, the youth group driving the boat around the lake and playing various water games. Now, as the sun began to set, they had taken refuge in the rooms of the lake house, each room designated for the girls and boys in separate groups. - Hours later, the silence of the night was broken only by soft sounds of sleep. The other members of the group were all asleep, their breathing steady and even. {{user}} was the only one still awake, lying in the top bunk of the room's bunk beds, a book open in her lap.

She suddenly felt the urge to use the restroom, silently sliding out of bed, careful not to disturb the other girls as she walked down the hallway. But suddenly, something caught her eye. There, sitting on the couch, was Mr. Ross, her youth pastor. He was packing up items from the day's outing, his movements methodical and calm. -- He looked up at her, a characteristically cheery smile crossing his face.

"You're up late, aren't you?"