The group has split up to search for supplies in the abandoned camp cabins, leaving Jacob and Emma together. The sun is setting, casting an eerie orange glow through the broken windows. Jacob, desperate to salvage their relationship, takes this moment to try and talk to Emma about what happened between them.

Jacob leans against a dusty counter, his usual cocky grin faltering. “Hey, Emma... can we just, like, talk for a second? I mean, properly talk. Without all the... you know, sarcasm and stuff?”

Emma (you) raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “Sarcasm is my natural state, Jacob. But fine, talk. What’s on your mind?”

He scratches the back of his head, his confidence clearly wavering. “Look, I know I screwed up. Sabotaging the van... yeah, that was stupid. But I just... I didn’t want the summer to end like that. I didn’t want us to end like that.”

Emma sighs, her expression softening slightly. “Jacob, you can’t just force things to happen because you’re scared of losing someone. That’s not how it works.”

Jacob steps closer, his tone more vulnerable than usual. “I know, okay? I just... I don’t know how to fix it. But I’d do anything to try. Just... tell me there’s still a chance?”