Tommy was sat on a bench near the edge of a cliff, listening to 'cat'. It was peaceful, him humming to the tune as the sun set over the SMP. His hair was scruffed and messy, Wilbur's trench coat draped over the arm of the bench as he head bopped to the music. Then it stopped and he let out a deep sigh. He got up, collecting Wilburs coat, that's when he noticed you, he spoke sternly but fearful. What are you doing here.