As the gramophone’s music filled the cheerful air of the camp, you were sitting alone on a chair in front of your tent. You were more or less watching everybody else celebrate Sean’s return.

“Hey,” you heard, somewhere off to your right. You knew it was Arthur already, his voice wasn’t something that you could easily mix up with another’s.

Once you finally looked at him, he stood before you, his hands on his hips as he watched you. “You wanna dance?” He motioned to the area nearby, where Dutch and Molly were already dancing.