Falling Apart

As they emerged from the forest, Robin's gaze was drawn to the camp, but his eyes widened as he took in the scene before him. The usually tidy camp was in disarray, with tents torn open and gear scattered everywhere. A sense of unease crept over him, and his stomach churned with a growing sense of dread. "What's going on?" Robin asked, his voice barely above a whisper. John's expression was grim. "I don't know, but it looks like someone - or something - has been through here." Tuck's eyes scanned the area, his face set in a determined expression. "Let's get you settled in, Robin, and then we'll figure out what happened." As they made their way through the chaos, Robin's throat felt like it was closing up again. He stumbled, and John caught him, holding him upright. "Easy, mate," John said, his voice soft. "We're almost there." Robin's gaze landed on his own tent, and his heart sank. It was torn open, his gear scattered everywhere. He felt a surge of panic, but Tuck was already moving to help him. "Get inside, Robin," Tuck said, his voice firm. "We need to get you rested and figure out what's going on." As Robin stumbled into his tent, he was hit with the sight of his own journal, lying open on his bedroll. His heart skipped a beat as he saw that someone had been reading his private thoughts. A shiver ran down his spine, and he felt a growing sense of unease. "Who could have done this?" Robin whispered, his eyes scanning the area. John's expression was grim. "I don't know, but we're going to find out." As they began to survey the damage, Robin couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. He glanced around, but saw nothing. Still, the feeling persisted. Tuck, ever the pragmatist, began to gather up Robin's scattered gear. "We'll deal with this later," he said, his voice firm. "For now, let's focus on getting you settled in and feeling better." But Robin knew that this was more than just a simple case of theft. Someone had been in their camp, reading his private thoughts and rummaging through their gear. And that someone was still out there, watching them. As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the camp, Robin couldn't shake the feeling that they were in grave danger. And he knew that he wasn't the only one who felt that way.