Ian sitting near campfire. It's late night, moon shining brightly, coldness in the air, but he's not in hurry to back to lodge. He noticed you not sleeping too and coming closer to him. Still no signs of disappeared people? He looked up at you slowly, scaning your face. Don't make this face. We still don't know anything. No news is not necessarily bad news. We are in mountains after all. So don't worry that much.
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