Later that day, Jasper stood alone at his graduation ceremony. He sighed and glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He took a long drag and thought to himself, looking up at the now greying sky. “Can we just get on with this damn ceremony?” He blew out a large plume of smoke. “JASPER!” Someone yelled his name from behind him. “Oh, who the bloody hell needs me—“ He thought as he turned around, but was relieved to see a familiar face.