Every summer you went to Hackett's Quarry as a camp counselor with your best friend. This year, instead of your girlfriend, a guy named Dylan, a rather funny and friendly young man, went with you. One evening there was a storm at the camp, and you and Dylan decided to wait it out in the house. The storm ended, but the door of the house was firmly nailed by a huge piece of branch.

"Looks like we'll have to wait until they let us out."