"So did Santi have a good run."
"He is very articulate that is for sure." You hear some people chuckling.
"That's the most accurate way I've ever heard someone describe him, and trust me I've heard a lot of renditions. I hope he wasn't too self-deprecating, he needs to learn how to forgive himself."
"So you're all mic'ed up."
The young man from the beginning walks into the frame. This time he is wearing something a bit more laid back, a soft white shirt, an brownish orange tie, perfectly matching his hair and his overall attitude towards the camera. His eyes don't look at the camera as he sits down on the chair, he make himself comfortable
"God this is so much more uptight than normally relax fellas!" He says with a chuckle as he pours himself a glass of water. Before looking up into the camera and straightening his back confidently before tilting his head slightly, his smile is something to be jealous of and his eyes have that recognisable Hollywood gleam. Dreams that have been fulfilled, opportunities that you might be able to have too.

He cracks his back and crosses his legs, an knee brace showing on top of his stylish checkered trousers. He looks at his telephone and quickly seems to answer a text.
"Alright, first movie starring me as myself is not a biopic. How gravely disappointing." He says with a chuckle. "I'm ready if you are."

A member of the crew picks up the clapperboard and shuts it "And....Action."

Welcome to you too, what do we need to know about you?
"My name is Athur William Wilson, But many know me as Billy Wilson. I'm from England, Asthall to be more precise. You might know it it's famous because it is in the Cotswolds region. I am part of the grieving six and I am the one who has always been the most open. Because I can afford to talk about it with my career path."

"Who decided you should go to camp?"

"My father. He really really wanted me to go but I really didn't. I know he cared about me and my mental health but I really didn't see it as a great idea. I love him very much and I'm really grateful for him in my life. He has always been there to support me, he has always cared for me. And at first I wanted to do it, to come to camp just for him. But in the end I made up my mind that I'll do it for myself too, because if I didn't come back better, he wouldn't be happy. He had worked his whole life to make me happy, why wouldn't I be able to for once."

"Did he know you didn't want to go?"

"No...I couldn't tell him. I wouldn't want him to feel bad. Although, I did try to come up with a lot of reasons why it would be a bad idea. The money, how he needs me at home, what not. But his reasons were so much better than mine and in the end I had to surrender. He was very happy when I agreed and was even happier when I finally arrived at camp. And it made me feel a lot better about the whole thing."

Are you grateful you came to the camp?
"Grateful would definitely be the wrong word. But I don't know what I should use when that's not the right word." He looks away from the camera to quickly gather his thoughts. "I was, and still am, not used to thinking about my own wellbeing. I think it was a good decision on my dad's side. He needed to learn how to heal without me there, I think one of the main problems was that I didn't want to admit anything was wrong with me. So I even convinced myself that me going to that camp was for my father's sake. Can you believe that? How blissfully unaware I was that I was a human too." He laughs and shakes head. "And because other people with problems were in my vicinity I could shift my focus to helping them, so I would not have to hurt. I don't know if this is or as true but sometimes I feel like I was being narcissistic when I was happy my father needed me. But he had always been my superhero, a prince charming in a fairytale but he was unfortunate enough to be my dad, just dad. I love him very much. Still do, but hey I am digressing aren't I? Sorry." He laughs and takes a sip from the water before shaking his head. "Anyway, father or not, I was not grateful for myself. I.... was worried a lot of the times. I am afraid I don't really have a straightforward answer to this.... I am sorry."

What were your first thoughts on the camp?
He frown and starts to chuckle. "It's been six years, I don't know if I can remember. Did Santi remember?" He looks at the camera with a surprised face, waiting for an answer. "He did! Oh no now I have to remember too." He bites his lip, "Okay let's start from the beginning. I got there, I was late I remember that quite clearly. Because I was a bit embarrassed about it, but I also didn't mind. It wasn't my fault that the plane had been delayed. My knee was in pain, and I remember getting very irritated by the fact that people were standing up before we could leave the plane. But honestly, why do people stand up so early, you won't be leave the plane any earlier come on! Sit down, normally people like to be lazy but when laziness is helpful they forget it. I am digressing again. I am so sorry, you can cut that out too." He chuckles and sigh/ "I remember arriving and thinking that it had the same soul as Asthall, the way it was visibly old but still beautiful and well maintained. People were sitting around a firepit and introducing themselves. First thing that actually happened there was that I needed to go to the head counsellors office. Yeah I was a wild teenager." He says with a bright laugh.

"Do you remember the first thing you did at camp?"

"I remember I was late. And I was...my knee hurt pretty bad because of my brace. I didn't listen to my father when he told me to fly in business class, so it was mostly my fault." He runs his hand though his air and gives a sheepish grin. "Once I arrived, I headed straight to my dorm and was really surprised when I saw that half of the room looked so...luxurious. The bed on the other side had a mattress so much better and thicker than mine, it had so many pillows, the window had a nice looking curtain, what not? A lamp, a mini fridge!"

"Are you serious?"

"I'm being really honest with you? At first I didn't know if it was even allowed. But no one said anything about it so I guess it was fine. Yeah, it was a nice experience, I'd say. I was completely awed." He smiles.

"Who was the first friend you made?"

"Well...Ezra was my roommate but we didn't really start off on the best note, yet we became so close, more than I'd have imagined. But still...he wasn't my first friend at camp. It was Santi. I remember seeing him coming out of his room. He looked a bit distressed but I needed help. I needed information about the orientation since Ezra didn't want to tell we all the things I missed. That's how we met, yeah. He's a great guy. He's had his good and bad moments but he's a great guy."

"I'm sure he is. Is there something about camp that makes it worth it?"

"Of course! The people I met. I'm super grateful to have met all of them. I can't even imagine not knowing them! All the memories we've had...all the fights, the funny moments. Most especially, all of us running away from camp! The times we spent out of camp were the best. I won't trade it for anything. It was really hard of course." He laughs. "It wasn't easy. We made a terrible decision, but still, won't trade it for anything."

"I guess you all made it bearable for each other."

"Exactly. We helped one another throughout the time there. It was a great experience. It was worth it."

"It's good to know the upside of coming to camp for you but I'm also curious to know if there was something about the camp that made you wish you never came?"

"Oh this one's easy. I didn't like the fact that...I felt a bit like a kid, which I wasn't accustomed to. I've always been rather caring and on one side independent I guess, I was used to being the elder, the smart one. I mean of course there would always be people older than I am. It's just, whenever I'm in a group I don't usually feel so...naïve. I am pretty sure I must've disliked that."

Do you think your fellow campers and staff deliberately made you feel this way or was it just you thinking that about yourself?"

"That's a rather obvious question. I don't think my fellow campers did, that's for sure. The staff, that would be another question I suppose. Of course it would be their job to dig into the long lost feelings of responsibility. And of course they were there to help us. I don't mind being cared for trust me, I love a good spa or hotel, but it felt like they rendered me incapable of doing the things I was supposed to be able to do. Only because I was grieving. It was quite patronizing to me." he gives a faux dazzling smile. "Can we go on to the next question?"

What would you like to clear up for the public?
His face changes expression, the Hollywood mask of good looking happiness slowly fades. He touches the pearl necklace he is wearing and rubs his neck while his eyebrows slowly furrow. "I...." He stutters but than he smiles crookedly and straightens his back. "I think I would like to clear up that when we ran away we did not plan anything. It wasn't some interesting prison break, to be honest it wasn't much more than a bunch of rebellious teenagers and a lot of coincidence. We all had or individual reasons to run. We didn't plan, we were far too caught up in our own feelings to do something that smart. No it was quite messy, or at least for me. I just decided to go away one night, I know Santi and Aaru both planned out their 'escapes' very clearly. But we just bumped into the others while we were running. It was strange coincidence, and you do wonder if it might've been fate."

Why did you run away?
He fiddles with his wedding ring as he refills his glass and lifts his eyebrows as you can count the breaths he takes. His face is devoid of any emotion as he looks back into the camera, his weight constantly shifts as he puts his hand on his knee. The tears in his eyes do not seem to mean anything. "I had a habit when I was young. And grieving always makes bad habits worse in my opinion. I've seen this with other people in my family, so maybe it was also genetics, anyway. " He sighs. "I don't know if I was aware of the destructiveness of this habit, but I think I was and I tried to deny it to myself. You know, it is always easier to deny. I really wanted to be the one that could help people. And I am, I want to help people. Sometimes saying that feels selfish. But these habits, I was... waging war on both my mind and my body. The councillors at the camp recognised my problem, my habits, they recognised who I was hiding. And I was not ready to be without it. And so I ran, I ran away from the camp, but also from myself and reality. I think I had done that a long time. But this I actually learned something from it."

If you could do this again the exact same way would you?
"No, I would not. I understand the person I was back then. But it was foolish of me not to see what was happening to me. I was blind to reality, and although I am very happy how my story has ended I deeply regret worrying my father, the months in the woods were agonising for me. I could've predicted that but I did not think a lot of my decisions through. So in hindsight I am happy with what happened but if something similar happened to me now I would not be as eager to leave. And that's good, I have grown and I think that's a good thing for me. I've become more than I've dreamed of being. And I will thank both the camp for that and my stupid decision to run."

While they take off my mic I sigh and grab my cane. I struggle as I stand up. It's always the worst at this time of the year, the pain shoots though my leg and I repress the tears. The first thing life taught me in acting, acting fine for the sake of comfort. I take a deep breath and walk towards the director. "Was everything alright." I ask with a smile.
"It was prefect Billy." He says "I think this will seriously be very interesting."
"You can call me Arthur right now." I say with a smile as I walk away.
I open the door to the studio and the sun shines in my face. "God... I needed that." I say with a sigh while I smile. I fidget with my wedding ring and wonder if I should've been more clear with my answers. I hope this project works out, I want to donate my share of the documentary to child grief funds, or something else that helps kids that were similar. I look at the green grass and wonder if everybody sees the same kind of green or if we are taught to call that green. I frown and wonder why my head is going in such an unexpected direction. My phone rings, I briefly look at the screen and pick up.
"Hi love, Yeah, it was great. No need to be nervous after all, right."