Belle woke up from her foster mom's driving over rocks. She shook her head grumpily as she tried to process where she was, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes to look out the car window. Her foster parent gave a smoker's cough before announcing how close they were to the campgrounds. Once they arrived, Belle popped out of the car, waving the ciggarette smoke away as much as she could before trying to find whoever ran the camp. "Hello?" She called out.