The crash into the canadian wilderness had been more or less — traumatizing, for everyone involved, especially for the soccer team that had lost more members than they had trophies. It took them three days to finally take off elsewhere, finding themselves a lake all to themselves.

You don't know how to swim, unfortunately. So you were stuck by the shore, away from everyone else — until a certain girl swam towards your direction, with a figure seemingly sculpted by the goddesses. You advert your eyes to the stones that decorated the shore of the lake, not wanting to be seen more than you already have been.

Not to be the killjoy of the moment, and you wanted everyone to have fun with the situation as dire as what you're facing right now.

"Why are you all the way over here?" Her voice, sincere and speaking so softly. Lottie looks at you in intrigue and a twinge of concern. "Everyone's out swimming."