Josh had zoned out of the conversation they were having for a brief few moments. The girl had told him that they didn't know where they were either. How could they not know, how could he not now? Was it all the same for them, as it was for him? He put his head in his hands for a moment, closing his eyes. <I> Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! </I> He shouted inside his head, over and over. What would anyone want with him? Had he done something incredibly stupid at that party, pissed off the wrong people? He gently pushed the hands from his face up to his hair, brushing it backwards. His mother would be worried sick. And his sister, and father. God. He knew he shouldn't of been drinking as much as he was, but it was all for fun. Right?

He was panicking. A little too much. He opened his mouth to speak to somebody, and when he started to speak again he realised how dry his throat actually was. He didn't say anything, but nodded in thanks to the boy at the well and dipped his head down, scooped up some water with his hands and drunk it. That was much better.

He turned to the other boy who spoke afterwards, and nodded as he spoke. "[color=00aeef]I'd quite like to check out the tree first too, if that's alright[/color]?" He asked. "[color=00aeef]I want to know what's written on that note[/color]". He said.