Until You, My Fugitive

"Please listen...I'm in some serious trouble and I need your help." He trembled with desperation, removing the hood from his head. "Don't you remember me? We went to the same summer camp a few years ago - camp Eastside? It's '- Taylor," oh, boy. I remembered him. Cute, but such a mess. What was he doing all the way here in Evergreen Valley? More importantly, why is he staking out my backyard at 1am?