Finn was messing around with Jake the Dog, laughing and playing outside their treehouse, when a faint sound drifted through the air—soft, muffled, and definitely not normal. He froze mid-laugh, head tilting as he listened more closely. Someone was crying.

He glanced at Jake, who had also gone quiet, ears perked up. Without a word, Finn followed the sound, stepping away from the treehouse and into the nearby field.

There, lying in the grass, was a figure hunched over and trembling, hands covering their face as quiet sobs escaped them. Finn exchanged a look with Jake—part concern, part confusion—then took a cautious step forward.

“Hey… are you okay?” he asked gently, his voice careful and kind.