Robbie Alexander shouldered his bag and looked around as he felt the bus pull away behind him. Camp Life. The place had changed a bit, it seemed, since they'd last come here. That line of new cabins, down by the river, were new for a start. And where had all these people come from? To be honest, although he had fond memories of the time he'd spent with the gang here, the place had always been a little bit of a dump. Run down and desperately in need of a new coat of paint. He shrugged, glancing around, and moved over to collect his registration pack at the desk set out on the front lawn for everyone arriving.<br/><br/>"We're super relaxed here" the chippy middle-aged woman who handed him his stuff finished her welcome speech with. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to."<br/><br/>"But I can still do the things I do want to do right?" he quipped, rewarded with a mumsy laugh from the woman as he stepped aside to let the person in behind him get their stuff.<br/><br/>He didn't really know where to start, he realised, once he'd dropped his bag off in his deserted dorm. He'd always come here as one of a four. A tight-nit four, with plans already set weeks in advance. Passed notes in class, long phone-calls to each others' houses in the evenings, packing and repacking as a group....Now he was alone.<br/><br/>Robbie wrinkled his nose in thought, the freckles shifting on his face a little at the movement. Serenity. Atti. CC. And him. The four of them. They'd even had a name but he couldn't remember it exactly. Four Amigos? No...but something like that.<br/><br/>His gaze wandered over the groups of people chatting and lounging on the lawn and he felt a slight wave of his old shyness wash over him. It was odd being here with no connections. Then his eyes fell on a figure sitting below a tree, clutching an iPod. She looked awfully familiar to him....<br/><br/>He waved, hoping to God he wasn't just going to embarrass himself in front of a total stranger.