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You take the phone, and with a little help, you find yourself dropping down on the other side of the fence. You share one last look with the others through the bars before you turn on the flashlight and head off into the park alone.

Even with the light, however, it pretty quickly becomes obvious that in such a huge park, you're never going to stumble across Tobias by accident. You decide the best way to ensure you find him is by:

You start calling for Tobias before you even move beyond the gates, figuring that if he did decide to come and find you, it would be easier if you didn't go too far. When you don't hear anything at first, however, you start walking down the path, calling out every now and then to let him know it's you and that you just want to make sure he's okay. You don't want to sneak up on him, after all; you just want him to know you're there and that he can come and find you if he wants.

It's only when you reach the fountain at the center of the park that you hear something that makes you pause: not a voice, but a loud metallic clank. Turning in that direction, you call out again:

"Tobias? Is that you?"

For a few moments there's silence—then, almost reluctantly, another clank, and noise that sounds like the rattling of chains. You head towards the sound, and after a few moments, your flashlight manages to pick out a distant outline of something that looks like a children's swing set. You don't have to get much closer before you start to see a human silhouette standing in front of one of the swings, hands seemingly buried in its pockets. It lets you get close enough for the light to fall on its face—at which point you recognize Tobias, eyes turned down towards the wood chips that cover the ground. After a moment, he sits back down on the swing again, facing away from you and wraps his hands around the chains.

He doesn't say anything—just steals a look at you and glances away. From the weak slump of his shoulders, he's not trying to hide how he's feeling. He also doesn't seem to be hiding the fact that his hands are covered in pale blue paint.

Not sure what else to do, you clear your throat and say:

"I was just outside, and…I kind of heard voices."

You go quiet. Tobias hesitates, avoiding your eye—but after a moment, he nods.