—He had snuck out in the middle of the night, sitting under that tree at the top of Mt. Safety. He snuck here practically every night, sitting up there, his head lolling back, puffs of smoke leaving his mouth with each exhale. His gloves were off, a cigarette resting laxly between two tobacco stained fingers. Bringing the small stick to his mouth, he took a small breath, the relieving sensation of normality washing over him once again.