[ Jesse pockets the 8 ball and stoops down quickly to swipe up his flashlight. Leaving behind the saucepan of water he'd been washing in and his filthy t-shirt, Jesse leads the way through the makeshift camp, weaving around other crew members' tents and homemade set-ups. As they clear the camping area and venture away from the glow of campfires, Jesse flicks the flashlight on to guide the way. They reach a deserted area, the chatter and hubbub of people now quieter, almost distant.
Jesse stops behind a large rock jutting out of the ground. Setting the flashlight down on a smaller rock, he pulls the 8 ball back out of his pocket and holds it up to inspect it. ]
You pulled this outta your dreams?
[ Of course Ronan probably did. It's more a remark of mystified amazement than a question, though. ]
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Jesse stops behind a large rock jutting out of the ground. Setting the flashlight down on a smaller rock, he pulls the 8 ball back out of his pocket and holds it up to inspect it. ]
You pulled this outta your dreams?
[ Of course Ronan probably did. It's more a remark of mystified amazement than a question, though. ]