Spy

Micah searched around, wondering where Peter was. He didn’t seem to be around as much, ever since he went on that walk.

He wasn’t in the tent either, and Vienne decided she wanted to sleep inside the van instead, although everyone thought that was dangerous.

“Peter!?” he bellowed, but there was no answer—no response.

He checked the square area, and the place around the van, but he didn’t find him.

So, he walked through the other way, through the bushes and a lot of other things.

“Peter!?” he yelled, hoping to hear some movement.

There was nothing, but when he continued through, he managed to find him.

He seemed to be sitting where the group found Iris and him yesterday, except it was only him this time.

“Hey, Peter,” Micah said as he crept closer to him, making sure it wasn’t some trick.

But it wasn’t, it was Peter in the flesh. Micah sighed in relief and then sat down by him.

“Hey man, what’s wrong?” he asked, patting him in the back.