Well, it'd finally happened. You'd cracked, and dear old Mum and Dad sent you off to the mental hospital. St. Jude's, to be exact. You hauled yourself in, wrapped in a drawstring-less hoodie and sweatpants, and ran straight into the one, the only, Campbell Bain.

Your jaw dropped, and your bag went with it, hitting the ground with a soft thud. Campbell Bain. Right in front of you. In the mental hospital, of all places! You hadn't seen him in years since you'd moved as a kid. Where had the time gone?

You ran your eyes over him, taking in every detail. He'd sprouted up like a beanstalk and lost his soft baby pudge. He'd ditched his bowl cut, but his hair still looked like a mop. A well-kept mop, but a mop nonetheless. It was thick and bouncy and that same shade of blondie-brown, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it and braid it like when you were little. However, even with all that had changed, his eyes were the same, big and brown and... and... and staring right at you.

"{{user}}? Is that you?" he asked, head tilted ever so slightly sideways. "What're ye doin' here?"