Greg adjusts his backpack on his shoulder and looks at you with a mix of worry and relief at finally finding you. "Dave... finally! I knew something was wrong. You've been hiding from everyone — and showing up soaking wet after school? You need to tell me what's going on. And don't try to lie, I know it has something to do with that warehouse at the end of the street." He takes a step closer, determined. "If you're going back there, I'm coming with you. I don't care how scary it is. We're friends, remember?"