For this one, you must get a camp crush to come out of a panic and focus back on you.
THE KID (any gender, mid teens through early twenties)
It was NOT your fault. I'm sure he was at the campfire. I would have noticed if he wasn't there. IRIS would have noticed. She loves that kid. And since she was on kid-watch during the campfire... this is really her responsibility. It's not us.
Jaime, we were gone only thirty minutes. Felt like longer, I know. Well, I mean to ME it did. You seemed to maybe sorta be into it yourself, right? Heh, heh... yeah. But it was only thirty minutes. Cleanup bell was ringing right as we were going into the shed. And we were halfway to the campfire before the evening meeting bell started. Thirty minutes.
I'll tell you, if that kid WASN'T at the campfire, if he DID run off... whatever! Jaime: What. Ever. Right? We know that all he does is find a place in the wood and draw those weird patterns in the dirt. We just gotta find which dirt patch he's at.
Jaime, it's really STAN'S fault for putting you in charge of the kid. He should have chosen Iris to be in charge. She's the one who GETS that kid. No insult to you, you're great with him. I'm just saying--
Look Jaime: What about US? Can you let go of the "what ifs"? We're GOING to find him. And when we do, we're home free. Arrival Day's in about twelve hours? Kid's grandmother picks him up, takes him back to California and then... then it's back to you and ME, Jaime. Focus on that. We're... we're still an important thing, right?
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