"Hey, what's the commotion?" Asked Cecilia, walking in.
"Woah!" Mike yelled, seeing Ziggy clinging to a conscience Hunter. "I told you."
"Well, good thing we didn't bet...and that I agreed with you."
"Pfft." Mike rolled his eyes, "It's nice to see you well again, Hunter."
"Yeah," Hunter said, "It's good to see everyone...except Milo...and Ewan...and Annabelle...where are they?"
The scent of smoke lingered in the air in the kids camp area. Milo woke up to the scent of it. He walked out of the cabin to examine, and found someone sitting on the roof of the cabin. "Hey." he said, recognising who it was, "Arn't you a little young to smoke?"
She turned, her hair flipping around. She held a ciggerette in her right hand, and maintained her balance with her left. "So what if I am?" She smirked at him, "Isn't it a little late for you?"
"Your cig woke me up... can I sit with you?"
So up on the roof of the cabin, Milo and Annabelle sat, her smoking a few ciggerettes, and him risking the cancer of second hand smoke to be with her.
"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."