Farewell.’ And with that, the old man vanished out of sight. Ken traveled up the giant steps and ventured into the shrine. It was bare. The shrine ...as a mess, large pieces of the walls fell out, and the floor was full of holes, but one thing remained untouched, a closed wooden door. It seemed to have a faint glow to it. Ken walked to the door, keeping his eyes focused on it. As he put his hand on the door, a surge of energy ran through him. He pushed the door open. As Ken peeked inside, the. ...secret thoughts....thoughts of our time together.....The full moon masquerade was, in spite of being my favorite event of the year, boring. The same people in the same costumes, making their masks unnecessary. I smooth my aubergine dress and adjust the feathers adorning my face, desperate for-something. For someone. And, as if by magic, you appear. Like you stepped out of my head and onto the smooth marble floor. Who are you? Where did you come from? One look from the eyes that pierce me. "I...I'm really sorry" he mumbled, shuffling his feet. "I'll give you a minute." He looked back at her and tried to compose himself. "I should have shouted or something" he added, forcing a smile to try and diffuse this very uncomfortable situation. He turned to leave the room, but in his hurry felt the box slipping from his grasp. He cursed as he lost his hold on it, clumsily tried to rescue it but proceeded in juggling it with one hand. He let his bag drop and then used his now free left hand. I reassured Lena that I was only getting my bag and that I'd be back in a second. I scrambled back in to the trees and eventually found my bag. I rushed back to her getting my phone out as I ran. By the time I had crouched back down beside her, I had dialled 999. I spoke to the police and told them what had happened and roughly where we were. It was enough to tell them that we were about two miles north of the village, down a side road on the right. I didn't mention Limston Hill, as I was now.