Fred had been sitting patiently, staring at the pants that he had left on their hammock. Their really wasn't much else to do.
Until he heard Helena say his name. He could tell something was wrong, and he immediately jumped up and went inside. "Helena? Are you alright?" Was she crying? He went to her, pulling her to him and wiping the tear away. "Whats the matter?"
He thought they had a nice night. Had he done something wrong? There was no way, she had seemed perfectly happy when she had gone inside, and he doubted his roommates had said anything to upset her in that short a time. What was it then?