SPRING has sprung.

Townes, Mehdi and Petra are unloading the van in the parking lot. As they're done, Townes throws herself down on the small patch of grass separating the ice hall from the coach bus roundabout, a sigh-sounding exhale leaving her lips.

She sneezes. Once. Twice. Three times.

Loud, screeching noises.

Mehdi laughs, slamming the trunk shut. "Bless you."

Townes sits up, tearing one of the green grass blades into two; she wonders if Caia has remembered to take her allergy medication.