@lisa-and-co Blue eyes glanced around. He didn't recognise where he was nor could he see the others. Panic flooded through his body; he was lost somewhere in Amity Park. Lost and broken. At least he could still walk but how could he explain the cracks upon his arm? How could he contact someone he knew? Sighing, the boy continued on, hoping to run into someone who wasn't dangerous. Last thing he needed was either a ghost attacking or someone discovering what he was and reacting in a way he would rather avoid. Eyes shot up. A girl? He bit his lip; should he risk it? After a small moment he began to approach. "Excuse me, I'm sort of lost," he held his arm, trying to cover the damage, "could... Could you help me get home? Or to at least find someone I know?"