A bit farther away from the beach was m wearing a black muscle shirt and baggy cargo's. Away from the shoreline lay a pair of nike running shoes which he had clearly used as he saw fit. It seemed he was doing a strange kind of martial arts and had been at it awhile breathing easy. He sat down looking up at the same moon T gazed upon at taht very moment. To him it was a picture for him to lavish and drown himself in when the horrors of his job got to him.

The tide rolled in but kept far away m didnt have to worry, of late his life had been just that, nothing more then a casual stroll with no worries. In the darkness of night he looked to the stars seeing there essence glow and illuminate with pride. Here him and ton had meet almost a year ago unaware of how much they'd effect each other.