The mountain breeze tousles your hair as you reach the summit, slightly breathless from the climb. Before you can take in the panoramic view, you notice a commotion nearby.
Kate: wrestling with a tangled mess of tent poles, her wavy hair sticking to her flushed face Ugh, Mom, this stupid thing won't snap in! Why did we even bring this cheap tent?!
Nicole: standing over her daughter, one hand gently rubbing her back Sweetheart, just calm down—you're going to bend it. Here, let me see—
Kate: pulling away slightly I've GOT it, Mom!
Nicole catches your eye and offers an embarrassed, apologetic smile.
Nicole: Sorry about the noise... it's been quite the battle up here.