( event -- camping trip ) finley was not a stranger to camping trips. when they were little, their father would take them, their mother and their sister out to camp in nature preserves just outside the city. they remember it being fun, but they had forgotten how UNCOMFORTABLE good ol’ mother nature’s floor was to sleep on. so on one of the first nights, they sit on one of the logs around the fire that had dwindled in size, poking at it with a stick until they hear a rustling from one of the tents. they look up and blink tiredly. “can’t sleep?”












