Her hand gripped mine tightly.“I’d never have thought this of you. Surprise is good.” He looked over at my drawing again and then back at Mary�...s, bumping into our joined hands. He sighed. “It is okay to be influenced by each other if you are influenced by the strengths instead of the weaknesses. If you are going to draw with your hands held, you must be critical of the other’s work. This...” he pointed at the reflection in the computer monitor, “ ... is not your style. While this...” pointing. We had fun doing activities and spending time outdoors. on the second night the adults were drinking alot and most of them were passed out sleeping and we all went to bed. i woke around 3am to go to the restroom, being really quiet not to wake anyone. the restroom was this little building located a 2 minute walk from our campsite. it wasn't too far but it was far enough where i needed a light to navigate my way through the trail. the bathroom had individual rooms that were unisex. i opened one. He locked the man into a stare. “I’m going to say this one time, neighbor and you better listen. I’m giving you thirty seconds to leave my sight or I will be the last thing you see before God.”The man laughed. The alcohol clouding his judgment and that was going to prove to be an a-huge mistake. He started to square up, he had youth on his side. Probably a good ten years younger than Lance. He wasn’t going to back down; he wanted to fight. I felt time stand still. I couldn’t hear the waves on. That was the first dream they had of each other. Each night they would have dreams and become closer and closer to each other. But neither one of them realized that they lived so close to one another, and that they could have met in real life already if they just had tried or took some of the pointers left in their dreams and followed the trail of bread crumbs that their dreams were leaving them so they would find each other. Neither one of them could wait to go to sleep at night and they both.