Pitts was walking around Welton, going up and down small hills, going over some stone structures to investigate, going near the lake… He was worried, his grades had been slipping lately and that was stressing him out, he was a nerd, smart, but not too much. “if i fix it i might go to yale! b-but i might not…” he shook his head, kicking a rock “damn welton, or should i say ‘hell-ton’…” he says, frowning, with anger growing inside him.