Laylah is behind the Beech Tree, nude.

“Your dress?” David repeated in disbelief.

“Yeah…” Laylah said, the embarrassment apparent in her voice.

“... How bad?” David asked, wincing at the potential response.

“............ like… into-three-pieces bad. No... No, make that four, there’s one blowing away… hoh god…” Laylah said, defeated.

“So you’re… y’know.”

“Completely.”

“Yikes.”

“Yeah, yikes.”

“What… do we do?” David asked, unable to think of a way out of this one.

“Um… can I… borrow something?” Laylah pleaded.