Into a bush.. A small fight with thorns and branches had him stood in a thicket of bushes, tent perched on the top.. “Whaaaaat ?” he thought again..... Where was the clearing from last night ?... that wind must have blown the tent clear off the ground...With his head banging, he must have hit something hard when the tent was flung around in the air, he gathered his tent and belongings into a ball and climbed out of the bush thicket onto what should be a cliff path, but it wasn’t, there was the. Where are you, sweetie? Are you back in L.A. now?’ ‘Uh… no, I’m not. I’m still stuck at O’Hare. My flight’s been delayed because of bad weather. I’ve talked to Mama and Daddy so they know, but Daddy told me I should call and talk to Brad. Do you have any idea why?’ There was another pause and she heard what sounded like a heavy sigh. ‘Yeah, sweetie, I know why your Dad wants you to talk to Brad. I’ll go get him. It’s good to hear from you, Megan… hang on…’ She closed her eyes as she thought she. I wasn't paying attention and just sort of ended up here by accident. Would you like to be somewhere else?" What do you mean? Never mind. How do I know this is really a dream?" Well it must be or things like this..." I suddenly shifted the scene to the beach I had just left from playing with Amy. You could see the footprints in the sand where we had walked and ran and played. "... wouldn't happen."To say the least she was stunned. I was still 'Paul', but I was now in a bathing suit and tank. I was quite surprised to see anything like that, and the fact that there was obviously a black guy with her as the pictures were taken meant, among other things, that she was either 'cheating' on my step-dad, or possibly that the photographer WAS my step-dad, and if that were the case, then there was a whole other side to their lives than I'd ever thought!Later that night, after the house was quiet, and my parents were asleep, I tossed and turned thinking about my mom in the arms of that.