A group of friends had all signed up for something together — a team, a club, a project — and promised to see it through. A boy called Sam was one of them. It had been fun at first, but now it was at the hard, less-exciting middle, the bit that takes real effort. One by one, the others started talking about quitting. "It's boring now." "Let's just stop going." "Nobody will care." The mood was tipping towards bailing out all together, leaving whoever relied on them in the lurch. Sam didn't want to quit — he'd made a commitment, and people were counting on them. But being the only one still going when everyone else bails feels lonely, and a bit pointless. Why be the last one standing?