The evening quiet is broken by a sudden loud yelp, and the shaking of Tent 7 as someone scrambles out and lands hard on the dirt in his rush to escape. "Don't touch me," Presley snaps at the first person who approaches, then seems to belatedly realize where he is. On a stupid camping trip, surrounded by his classmates, who can see him making a scene.

Dammit. "I'm fine. It's fine." Despite his adamant words, Presley covers his mouth with one hand and stares at his tent with a look of quiet dread. He makes no move to return inside.