"The probability of a certain set of circumstances coming together in a meaningful (or tragic) way is so low that it simply cannot be considered mere coincidence." ― V.C. King

'Don't feel bad Finn' said Jake as he and Finn walked home through the grass lands. 'Just because you've been turned down by two girls you like doesn't mean you're not likeable'

'Not helping Jake' said Finn without looking up from his feet. He sighed and kept staring at his feet.

'Come on! Smile it could be worse' replied Jake.

'Still not helping bro' murmured Finn. 'Look, let's not talk about it were home now'

They were back at their home, the tree fort. Finn unlocked the door and walked in quickly followed by Jake. Finn went straight to the weapons room, where he returned a gauntlet he had been using to fight monsters during the day, while Jake went to the living room. After Finn was finished in the weapons room and came in to the living room.

'Hey Finn, I'm exhausted after fighting those monsters. I'm going to bed. What about you? Said Jake sleepily.

'Go ahead, I'll be up in a sec' replied Finn.

'Ok dude, see you in the morning'

'Yeah, night Jake'

Finn stared out the window as the last rays of sunlight left the land. He stood there until all of the land was dark and then went to bed.