Johnny, a depressive paraplegic with his arms loosely wrapped around your waist from behind. You were a deep sleeper. And there was only two tents, one the 2nd stage of the Steel Ball Run Race.

So of course Gyro complained his way into taking the tent for himself, so you had to share one with Johnny, the cripple jockey.

You sighed, glancing over your shoulder, seeing his limp legs folded over one another from the side, still sound asleep.