As we moved on the dance floor to the rhythm of the music I leaned in and said, “Why don’t we go for a walk, I need some fresh air.”“Okay,” ...e said and took my hand.Outside the moon shone down on us as we made our way down to the beach. We took off our shoes and walked bare feet over the cool sand down towards the water.“We can sit here,” I said and pointed at a sun bed.We were some hundred yards from the hotel. I saw no one around; we were alone.We sat down and Mike stared out over the still. ”“That’s an idea!”A few minutes before the appointed time John sat at a table in the coffee bar. Twenty minutes later he had finished his coffee and was about to leave having decided that Sylvia must have changed her mind when she rushed in.“Sorry I’m late but Helen came in with a requisition for Monday morning.”“Well, you’re here now. What would you like?”“Americano with milk. No sugar”When he returned with the coffees he said: “I’ll have a word with Helen about late requests. It can’t. I HAD ALSO SET OUT THE BLANKETS AND PILLOWS SO THAT WE WOULD BE COMFORTABLE LAYING UPON THE FLOOR FOR A WHILE. I HAD NO PLANS OF MOVING FROM THAT SPOT TILL WERE WARM AND HE WAS ALL WARN OUT TO SAY THE LEAST. HE CAME ON AND I GOT ON MY BOOTS AND JACKET HE GRABBED MY HAND IN HIS AND WE STARTED DOWN THE SNOW COVERED TRAILS JUST WALKING HAND IN HAND LOOKING AT THE ICE HANGING FROM THE TREE LIMBS IT WAS JUST BARELY DUSK AND SO PRETTY WE WERE HOPING TO COME TO A CLEARING TO BE ABLE TO WATCH THE. "Ah well," he thinks as he stands up, putting it behind him, however just as his feet hit the floor, he loses his balance, and falls back down sitting on the bed again. He feels heavier, and uncoordinated; almost as though he has lead weights in his pockets but being naked that explanation doesn't quite work. Once again he sets it aside as probably just the effects of some sort of illness, all in his mind. Trying again, he manages to stay on his feet, and pulls out some clothes, a shirt and.