He grabs your hand and leads you out of the train. You step out onto this small, heavily wooded town, with large oak trees growing in between the shops and houses and forming a sort of canopy.
Cam lets go of your hand and looks up at the trees. He lets out a short birdcall. Nothing happens for a second, and then three birds fly down, two landing on each shoulder and one on his head. Cam blushes
