The evening festivities began and proceeded as normal. Arlo carried about as usual, but it was hard for him to focus with his attention divided. One side of his mind, was keeping everyone convinced, including Gideon, that nothing was out of the ordinary. Don’t give anyone any reason to be suspicious and think that something was happening. Because he knew that Gideon didn’t just find things out by chance. On the other side of his mind, was attempting to come up with a game plan once he slipped off into the darkness. For he could no longer remember the route that he had followed Gideon to get here. So he had no idea where to go or which direction to even head in. Thinking that once he left, he should just hide for the remainder of the night. Maybe try to get some rest while waiting for day break before setting off. Although he worried, not only for his lack of direction, but also for his lack of knowledge. He hadn’t been away from the community since he had arrived, and could hardly remember what the forest was like before. Because the peace and tranquillity that he once felt was all but gone. Interaction by interaction, Arlo slowly and steadily, made his way to the outer edge of the festivities. Where the campfire light didn’t shine so bright. This was how many of the other individuals had done it before. A few of which had been seen and stopped before they were able to leave. The closer he got, the more his heart rate quickened. Which was something that he hadn’t felt for quite some time. He could feel beads of sweat building across his forehead and on the tops of his arms. He didn’t know if it was from nervousness or fear, but he hadn’t the time to try and decide. Once he had finally reached the edge and was nothing more than a shadow. He quickly glanced to see if anyone was watching him, after confirming that the coast was clear, he slipped into the bushes. Attempting to slow his breathing, he sat crouched down for a moment. Briefly waiting, only to listen if any of the other individuals said anything, or attempted to follow him. Arlo heard nothing suspicious behind him, it was now or never. Taking a deep breath, he stood up and began to move as quickly and quietly as he could. The light of fire and the sound of the festivities steadily fading away. He went on until he could hear and see either of these. Neither the moon nor the stars were visible do to the cloud cover. Dropping to his hands and knees, feeling out in front of himself in order to continue on. Arlo eventually found a large tree and laid at its base, attempting to cover himself with sticks and leaves. Or whatever he could get his hands on to try and hide himself. Once Arlo had finished this, or at least got it as good as it was going to get. He stayed quiet and hyper vigilant. He knew he needed to rest, but wasn’t so convinced that would be able to happen, based on his current circumstances.