Mike and Cecilia were hanging out in the woods, talking. The GPC was in view from where they were sitting, and the leaves from the high trees shaded them.
"So...day 2." Mike said, "What kind of shenanigans ro get into now?"
"No idea, maybe we could do something more fun...like swimming or something."
"Yeah, that sounds."-- he stopped abruptly when he heard footsteps coming from the GPC "Did you hear that?" The pang of metal was quiet, but apparant. Mike and Cecilia both looked to see a man emerging from the metal sculpture type thing. It wasn't Loboto, this was sure. He was tall, and pale, smoking a ciggerette, sunglasses on his face. He looked straight ahead and walked towards the lodge without even noticing the two campers.
When the man was out of sight, They turned to look at eachother. "Who was that?" Mike asked.
"No idea...Let's follow." Cecilia hopped up and slowly floated down to follow the man.
"A few times in my life I've had moments of absolute clarity. When for a few brief seconds, the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I've lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be."